Page 10 of The Uprising
‘I don’t know what to say. You’re going to have to talk to him. First of all, I can’t remember what went on, so there’s no point asking me. You know I have only brief memories of Tudorville, and as for this latest event, how on earth can I answer your questions when I wasn’t even there?’ George sat down at the kitchen table and began skimmingthe York Pressas he sipped his coffee.
‘And that’s all you have to say?’ said Cara.
He raised his eyes from the newspaper. ‘Yes. Unless I somehow remember, I can’t possibly say anything of any significance, other than I’m sorry George took a mistress. I really am. But it’s not my fault he’s a bloody fool, is it? You’d think he'd know Special Agent Cara would find out, but perhaps he doesn’t see it as a problem in Tudorville.’
‘Not a problem!’ Cara spluttered. ‘I’ll show him a problem,’ she said and then turned and fled from the room.
She shook with emotion. She didn’t want to get back into this crazy life where they argued all the time. They had been having a wonderful time with no outside interference and now it was all ruined.
Why is this nightmare happening again?
The following morning after a restless night, Cara wandered through the rain-soaked cobbled streets of York’s city centre. Relentless rain drummed onto the small umbrella which protected her from being drenched. She was pleased she’d worn her boots and was able to walk fast. Cara arrived outside the door of Sylvia’s office and rang the bell. She peered up at the grey sky from beneath the edge of the dripping umbrella. It was a miserable afternoon and reflected her mood perfectly.
The door buzzed and clicked to unlock. Cara took a deep breath, pushed it open and stepped into the cool interior, carefully closing the umbrella, and setting it down in the cloakroom. She took a seat in the small empty waiting room and picked up a magazine to distract herself. It was impossible to concentrate, and she tapped her hand restlessly on her thigh, hoping she wouldn’t need to wait long.
‘Hello. It’s lovely to see you.’ Sylvia poked her smiling face around the door, into the hallway and she ushered Cara into her room.
They embraced and then sat down either side of the table where Cara first learned how Tarot card readings could help her to make the right decisions. It was Sylvia who had conveyed an important message from the Angel Gabriel to warn her that all was not as it seemed.
Sylvia disappeared for a few minutes, and Cara’s eyes wandered around the room, taking in the mystical looking prints on the walls.
‘You sounded upset on the phone. Are you okay?’ said Sylvia as she placed a steaming cup of herbal tea on a coaster in front of Cara.
‘Aw, thanks.’ She clutched the cup with her damp, cold hands, paused and then said, ‘I’ve been travelling to Tudorville again. The other day I found myself back at Willow Manor. To cut a long story short, George was summoned to serve the king. I stayed with the children for a few months, and then Queen Jane summoned me to court.’
‘Oh, I remember reading about her. Doesn’t she bear the king’s only legitimate son? Hold on: divorced, beheaded, died, divorced, beheaded, survived,’ she said, counting on her fingers.
‘Yes, she’s number three. I'd better look up when she dies, but hopefully I won't be around to see it. It was awful being there.’
Sylvia raised an eyebrow.
‘Knowing she’s going to die soon is hard enough to take. But the worst part is, I had lovely memories of our marriage in Tudorville, but now it’s all shot to bits,’ continued Cara.
‘How come?’ Sylvia’s gold-flecked, green cat-like eyes widened. ‘You said it was your dream scenario to witness history in the making.’
‘He’s taken a mistress!’ Cara blurted out.
‘The king?’
‘No, George. My Twin Flame, my supposed faithful husband and love of my life, is cavorting with an infamous Tudor beauty.’
‘Oh, now I see why you’re upset,’ Sylvia half-smiled. ‘Mind you, it could be worse. You know he adores you. He’s a product of his time, that’s all. It’s no excuse, but still...’
‘Oh, please don’tyoustart with thatproduct of his timenonsense. That’s what he said.’ Cara rolled her eyes.
‘I’m sorry. What can I do?’ Sylvia said, reaching across the table and patting Cara’s hand.
Cara welled up at the kindness in Sylvia’s voice. She shook her head and then sipped her tea. ‘I hoped you might look into the cards to guide me in the right direction. I feel lost, as though he’s betrayed me.’
‘But Cara, it’s not now. It’s not here...’ said Sylvia.
‘Yes, and logically, I understand that. But my heart doesn’t. My trust in him is ebbing away and all the old painful feelings have flooded back. I’m afraid to time travel again, and I’d be so grateful if you could help me to stop.’
‘My dear, you know that’s not within my capability. Your future and past are unfolding for a reason. You and George are multi-generational Twin Flames, so it’s complex. You have multiple past lives to resolve.’
‘I hoped the past was over, and we could continue to live a quiet life. It was so lovely. Would you please look into the cards for me and tell me what you see for us?’
‘Yes, let’s have a look at what message they hold for you.’
