Kieran Kramer - When Harry Met Molly

To my wonderful husband Chuck

Thirteen-year-old Lady Mary Molly Fairbanks, daughter of the widowed Earl of Sutton, seethed with emotion on a daily basis, whether she was cleaning her teeth, breaking the shell on her morning egg, or riding her favorite mare. She was sure no one else felt quite as deeply as she didabout anything. Which was why she must vent her passions to all the company at the Duke of Mallans annual Christmas ball.

If she didnt, she would die.

At the very least, her soul would.

The tradition went back well over a hundred years. She wouldnt be the first child to present a riddle, joke, or poem to the adults before they withdrew to the ballroom. But she would be the first to recite an original verse signifying her deep, fervent love for Roderick, the dukes eldest son.

Shed called him Robert in the poem. A little subtlety was required; otherwise, she feared hed have to break off his engagement with her sister Penelope right then and there at the ball, and that wouldnt be proper.

He should wait until after the ball was over. Molly hoped she could stay awake that late, in case he felt the need to ride over to her fathers neighboring mansion and propose after midnight, which would be Christmas Day.

Penelope wouldnt care anyway. Shed been kissing Rodericks younger brother Harry in the arbor. All that would go into the poem as well. Because a woman in love must speak the truth, mustnt she?

Although, of course, in Mollys poem Penelope had become Persephone and Harry, Barry. No one would ever know of their perfidy.

Except Molly. And through gorgeous verse, Roderick would guess that she and he were meant to be togetherthat is, after she grew a little taller and started and finished her four years at Miss Monroes Academy for Young Ladies in London, where, according to Penelope, the girls had chocolate and brioche every morning and were encouraged to buy fine lace and new bonnets whenever the mood struck them.

Molly couldnt wait to go to London!

It was time. The company was clapping for a little boy whod just told a silly riddle. Molly wiped her hands on her new white muslin gown with the bottle-green sash and scalloped hem and stared at the company gathered before her, imagining them in their underthings so she wouldnt be nervous.

Then she drew a deep breath and began to recite the poem she was sure would change her life forever, and for the better:

A LOVE RECTANGLE OF TRAGIC PROPORTIONS

Robert, Robert, wherefore are thou, Robert?

While Persephones in the arbor,

Bestowing kisses on young Barry,

You clutch the golden ring

Shes to wear when you marry.

Persephone, Persephone, why does thou wound

Robert so?

Barry is but the moon

While Robert is the sun.

Cant you see Robert is all

And Barry is, um, none?

Barry, oh, Barry, why not find your own true love?

My sister isnt yours

She belongs to another,

But if you steal her away,

Perhaps Ill marry your brother!

There.

Molly folded her paper up and noticed that silence reigned in the ballroom. She knew she was a good poet, but really, was she that good?

She looked up at Roderick and saw that his was mouth hanging open. As was Penelopes. And Harrys.

Indeed, everyones mouths were hanging open.

She swallowed a happy lump in her throat.

Love had lent her versewings.

She blinked several times. Still, no one spoke. Yet no one clapped, either.

Roderick looked at Harry. His lips became a thin line. You slimy bastard, he said quietly.

Harry backed up a step. Roderick

Penelope stared at Molly. How could you? she choked out. And then her face turned beet red and she began to cryloud, gusty sobs.

Roderick jumped over the tabletop. Ill kill you! he roared at Harry, his fists clenched, eyes wild. And then he leaped on Harry and began pounding him.

Harry socked him in the jaw.

There were cries from all the women. The duchess fainted in a heap on the floor. Immediately, a footman picked her up and began to carry her from the ballroom.

The duchess lifted her head. Boys, she said weakly. No incidents, please. Especially not at Christmas.

Molly clutched her throat. What was happening? Whywhy?

Roderick! Harry! shouted the duke. Stop this instant!

But they didnt stop. They careened around the head table, wrestling, punching, kicking.

Roderick! Molly yelled, her heart racing. My love!

But she couldnt get to him. The room filled with noise: talking, shouting, crying, screaming, the sounds of breaking glass. Crowds of adults and children alike surged toward the fight.

Molly squeezed through and saw Harry lying on his back on the floor, surrounded by smashed china and broken goblets. Roderick swayed unsteadily on his feet. Both of them breathed hard and loud, their chests heaving.

Lord Sutton stood from the head table. Lady Mary!

Oh, no. Mary. When Papa used her formal name, Molly knew she was in trouble. He pointed to the door leading to the ducal grand hallway. Gotoyourroom!

But I dont live here, Papa! Molly cried.

Lord Suttons face was white. I dont care. Go to any room. Any room but this one!

Mollys eyes flooded with tears. She blinked them away and began to walk slowly backward.

But then Harry stood up and grabbed Rodericks shoulders. He pushed him back, parting the crowd with the force of his shoves, until Rodericks body slammed against a wall.

Molly didnt even feel her feet hit the floor as she rushed across the room. She jumped on Harrys back, locked her legs around his waist, and pulled on his hair until his eyes were looking straight into hers, albeit upside down.

You beast! Molly screamed, and tugged harder on his hair. Leave him alone!

Harry staggered to the left, gave one mighty heave of his torso, and Molly fell to the ground.

Ouch. That hurt. That really hurt. But Molly had no time to nurse her wounds. Roderick came out from behind Harry, pulled back his fist, and delivered a blow to Harrys nose.

Molly heard the crunch. Blood spurted everywhere.

Harry leaned forward, grasping his nose. I never he gasped, then looked slowly up at Roderick. I never meant to hurt you, he said.

There was silence all around.

Nooooo, Penelope was moaning, cowering in a corner with several of her good friends. Roderick, please. Stop. She wrung her hands, tears trickling down each cheek. I love you.

Do you? Roderick barked at her. Do you really?

Penelope nodded. Yes, she said, her voice trembling. Ever so much.

Rodericks fists unclenched. He gazed with disgustand something close to pityat his younger brother.

And he spared no glance for Molly as he stalked to Penelopes side. Penelope threw her arms around him and hugged him hard. His embrace was more restrained, but Molly could see by the look of pure joy in Penelopes eyes that hed forgiven her.

Mollys heart sank. Everyone forgave Penelope. She was perfect, after all.

You shall join the army, Harry, the duke said, his voice tired andand sad. And while youre in it, you shall think on the meaning of loyalty. Of duty to ones family.

Harrys eyes narrowed. I know all about duty, Father. You wont let me forget it.

Molly cringed at his bitter tone.

You have more to learn, his father reprimanded him. It will take you several years. And when you do learn what you must, you may rejoin the family with my blessing. Until then, you are