Jules Verron :: (Read-Only)

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Jules is a scrawny lad of fourteen, the youngest son of a baker and birthed in Harrow-on-the-hill on a frosty morning in late February.  His mother Gerty, a round-bottomed lady much beloved in the community for her work in the church and her advocacy for the poor, doted much on her older boys and girls but didn't spare much time for the rascally Jules; thus, the lad often found himself in the company of his burly father, Thom, in the bake house.  From the tender age of seven, Jules learned to wake hours before dawn, work the flour, sponge, water, and salt to make dough, shape a dozen kinds of loaves, and have them all baked and beautiful by sunrise to greet the morning's first customers.  Jules was skilled enough at the trade that the reputation of the bakery grew, and some wealthy customers from miles away would send for their breads; while good for business, it meant Jules had to rise even earlier to ensure that the loaves were ready when the coach of Lord Thusandso or the carriage of Lady Thisandthat arrived an hour before the first rays of the sun.

By the age of thirteen Jules had enough of the hard work of the bakery, which had grown more and more difficult as his father's arthritic hands began acting up.  He was tending the shop on a Palm Sunday morning, peddling hot cross buns to parishioners of the local church when a familiar carriage stopped out front of the shop.  The footman opened the door, but instead of the usual courier it was the lady herself, with the lord alongside and their daughter in tow, all arrayed in their finest.  Jules quickly wiped the stray flour from his apron and bid good day to the commoners browsing the wares, and hastened to the door to greet the family with a low bow and a doffing of his wide-brimmed white cap.  "My Lady, my Lord, you honor our shop with your presence."  As he replaced the baker's hat on his head, he stood to realize that the daughter was watching him intently.  He froze as their eyes met.  She was heart-stoppingly beautiful, with her sparkling blue eyes highlighted by the pale, frilly dress of the same color and her creamy face surrounded by a waterfall of strawberry blonde curls.  She smiled at him, and he felt as though he might melt into a puddle on the spot.

"Master Verron, we were but on our way for a ride to the country when we realized that we would pass by your fine bakery, and I simply cannot live without a taste of your hot cross buns on this gorgeous Lord's Day."  The lady had spoken, but Jules had scarcely heard her while transfixed on the younger angel before him.  Snapping himself from his reverie for a moment, he mumbled something in response and stumbled back into the shop to pack up a dozen of the freshest rolls and bring them back to the carriage in a wicker basket.

"Alice, do be a dear and help Master Verron with our rolls," the lady directed her daughter.  "Your father will be late for tea with the Count of Wycombe if we are further delayed."  Jules wordlessly bowed and presented the basket to the young lady, and as she took it their hands touched for a moment.  The slight warmth of her fingertips was enough to make him flinch, and as Jules looked up the girl gave him another of those smiles.  And then the family was returning into their carriage and the moment was over; Jules inhaled deeply, suddenly realizing that he had been holding his breath.

"Master Verron," said the Lord from the carriage window, "I would like it very much if you could have five dozen dinner rolls ready by six o'clock tonight for a dinner party I am hosting.  We shall expect them piping hot on our return from the vale!"  Jules nodded as the carriage rolled away, and raised his voice to call after them.  "They shall be the best you ever tasted, Al... umm, my Lord!"

He knew not what he was getting himself into, but he was in love.  Jules gathered up his few personal possessions and hid them away in a sack in the bakery while he began preparing the rolls.  By six o'clock, all was ready and he was arrayed in his finest when he met the carriage as it arrived with the coming of dusk.  As he bowed low to present his offerings to the doorman, he put on his best face and asked, "Good sir, I am in need of passage to London to visit my ailing aunt.  Might I be so bold as to request transport on the back of one of your fine horses?  I am light and will make no burden to you or your animals."  The doorman looked him up and down, and assented with a subtle wink and a gesture at the seat next to the driver.  Jules smiled and offered his profuse thanks, then scrambled up to the bench.  The horses broke out into a slow trot, and the only home Jules had ever known gradually receded into distance and darkness.

After an hours' ride, the carriage approached the outskirts of the city.  "This is where you get off, lad," the driver told him.  Jules climbed quickly down and waved farewell as the carriage rode slowly along the cobblestoned streets, slow enough that Jules was able to keep up until at last they arrived at the lord's estate.  Now he knew where she lived... but how could he win her?  Reality set in with the chill of the night air in early spring.  He had no rank or title.  He had no hopes of easy wealth with which to buy himself into the bourgeois life.  Turning back now was no good, though--a six-hour walk through the night only to be soundly beaten for insolence was an unappetizing option.  Jules walked his way down street after street, dodging the night guards and running from the bums and beggars; what he lacked in strength, he made up for in sharp wit and foot speed.

By dawn, he found himself by the docks watching the ships come and go when he heard the crier's call for boys to serve on a ship of the royal Navy.  Now here was an opportunity; with luck, he could enlist and rise through the ranks, and a military officer would make a fine husband for his Alice!  He pushed his way through the crowds and down to the spot where the midshipman was struggling with the swarm of other boys.  He knew nothing of the sea, but he would learn and succeed for his love.

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