Assault of a Princess

By Richard Mousseau

Cuthburt was the only weak link in a suitable situation for all. He alone could demand the termination of birth. Unlikely, for this would bring out the possibility of a scandalous exposure. By demanding that everyone keep their mouths shut then no one outside of Cuthburt’s inner circle would know. Would he love the child and embrace as a true bloodline? Edmond Baptist definitely thought not. the impression of Cuthburt’s affections was cold, caring only for protocol and what reflected well upon him. Given the opportunity, Edmond surmised that Cuthburt would overthrow all procedures in favour of making Winston of Scott the next King of England. Claiming the throne himself would allow himself to be able to formulate means to decide who would be his successor.

Quotes:
The royal family is redundant, and maybe this story will plant the seed of change.

I think this has happen in the past history of all royalty and I think it just could happen today. I would root for the under-dog. Long live the commoner.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Moose Hide Books imprint of Moose Enterprise Publishing
• Release date: Nov 30, 2016
• ISBN: 9781894650991

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Assault of a Princess

ASSAULT of a PRINCESS

ASSAULT of a PRINCESS

by

Richard Mousseau

MOOSE HIDE BOOKS

imprint of

MOOSE ENTERPRISE PUBLISHING

PRINCE TOWNSHIP

ONTARIO, CANADA

cover illustration by Marc Cove

ASSAULT of a PRINCESS

By

Richard Mousseau

Copyright August 18, 2011

Published March 1, 2012

by

MOOSE HIDE BOOKS

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MOOSE ENTERPRISE PUBLISHING

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PRINCE TOWNSHIP

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Assault of a princess [electronic resource] / Richard Mousseau

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ASSAULT of a PRINCESS

1

Disturbing wind forced sturdy tree trunks to submit to its whim.

Across the sub-tundra of the Hudson Bay Basin, wind swept Arctic snow into a blanket to cover the ugly browns of fall. Winter made an early arrival to Northern Ontario. For those of the North country, both man and beast welcomed the seasonal change. Shore bound Polar Bears longed for sea ice, a bridge to seal feeding grounds. Men eager to set out their trap lines for the bounty of fur bearing animals.

Edmond Baptist peered out through the single glassed window of a single roomed log cabin. He smiled happily, glad to see the mounting snow layers, impressed by the forcefulness of nature. Twelve-inch diameter seasoned log walls dared the wind, its bitter biting coldness, destructive forces to assault the fortress.

A slap of a dismembered fir branch against the leaded pane of glass forced Edmond’s head to recoil. Glancing to three other walls where wounded openings held coverings of oiled skins, Edmond sighed. Over the seasons, each window opening succumbed to the ravenousness of nature. Two by intruding, dismembered tree branches, one by a hungry black bear reaching in to grab a fresh bread cooling on a counter.

Unable to counter a reaction to the tree branches, Edmond did respond to the black arm and claw imbedded into the loaf of bread. Both hands clutched the end of the loaf, a sliver of the loaf, a mere morsel to satisfy his hunger. Without fear, nor a slight indication of empathy, a black wet nose with saliva filled lips remained framed by the bare window frame. Beady black eyes stared directly at the human. Without hindrance, it devoured the loaf in several hastened gulps.

Before a final swallow, it sniffed and stuck its head further in through the opening, inquiring if indeed other food fair would be offered. Ed felt the steam of the bear’s hot breath against flustered cheeks. Defiantly, Ed stood his ground, unintimidated by the bear’s aggression. Slowly he griped a spatula from a frying pan, raised it into the eye sight of the bear. It sniffed at the grease beading on the silver surface of the utensil.

A swish and a smacking sound echoed followed by a whining snort. Insulted by the human’s reaction, the bear recoiled, rolling backwards over its bulk and into the berry bushes. Leaning out through the opening, Ed displayed the spatula to the bewildered bear. Assuming that if it approached, that that odd weapon would repeat its strike, the bear ambled away soothing its tingling nose into arm fur.

Pinging pellets of snow against the last pane of glass drew Edmond’s wandering thoughts back to reality. Forgoing the need to dress for the weather, Ed entered the force of winter. Storm shutters were closed to protect the fragile glass bringing the cabin into the glow of a lone oil lamp.

Winter wind whistled faintly, barely heard through the thick walls chinked with oiled hemp fibres. A projected three-day storm would cocoon Edmond within the warmth of a pot-belly stove centred in the middle of the room. Propped on the dried moss filled bed, Edmond read by the yellow light of the lamp. Shelves lining the upper perimeter of the cabin held books of knowledge, adventure, romance and poems to entertain the mind of a Northern Ontario trapper through the isolation of distance from other human counter parts.

Events of the outside world happened, yet unaware, nor of interest to Edmond Baptist.

2

Accustom to normalcy of weather of the British Iles, a woman peered out through the window of a private jet into the fog blanketing the airstrip.

According to the pestering press, they wondered when Kathleen Winslet, Princess of Scott would present an heir to the throne. Enjoying the newness of her two-year marriage to the first heir to the throne, Katt conceived no thoughts of becoming pregnant. Though the young couple did not pre-plan conceiving, they did not prevent the possibility of conceiving.

Brushing back long straight hair over a shoulder, its light brownish colour glittering under the L.E.D lights of the comfortable compartment, Katt watched her aid depart. Left alone, she contemplated the trip, the first without the accompaniment of Winston, her husband, Willie, as she alone addressed the prince.

A humph sound echoed through the empty compartment after Katt realized that she had voiced the sound a bit too loud. So, what! She was peeved that this trip would be singular, except for a pilot, co-pilot and a security officer. Expecting to rendezvous with Willie in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada was reassuring, though flying over the North Atlantic and over barren Northern Canada was not exciting. Boring when through a night flight. Most flights were typical, vacant time between locations. Sleep would be an only option tonight.

Twin jet engines abutted to the exterior of the fuselage whined to life, vibrating its power through the skin of the aluminum covering. Sounds were muffled from entering the interior. Katt touched slender finger tips against the padded walls, feeling the life of the engines. Flight would be a go despite the thick fog. Fog always hung close to the warm earth. Once the jet reached a hundred feet a dark clear night would expose stars in streaks of light across the plane’s small porthole windows.

In thought, Katt accounted for the winter weather of welcome in Canada. Warm clothes were packed in a matching luggage trunk, as were Willie’s in the other. Drifting thoughts altered when the