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Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. The lord of the castle had died. It meant big changes for him. This is his story from that moment. Readable on any device with the free app above.Chapter sixteen. I watched the family enter the cars. It was an impressive sight, black Rolls and Bentleys, one following another along the gravel driveway, then disappearing between the trees. The ghost of the librarian was waiting near the graveyard when I arrived on the path. I moved to wait near him. He had chosen the best spot to view proceedings without interfering. I saw the cars arrive, and waiting footmen help the family out. I watched uneasily as I saw the hearse, a black Rolls from the funeral parlor, approach slowly up the pathway. I saw my sons and some young men from the villages take the coffin from the hearse and start up the path, their feet shuffling in nervy small steps, not wanting to drop the coffin. I felt the same way, and stepped forward to catch it as one half stumbled. He recovered, which was just as well. The librarian stretched out an arm to keep me back. "You don't want to make them nervous," he said. "Indeed I don't," I said ruefully. When the last people had gone through the gate, I saw, to my astonishment, a row of ghostly Earls of Sedgemont, going back all the way to the first Earl. Among them were a few members of Royalty. I recognized the more recent ones, but some ancient Kings had pride of place near the head of the row. "They like to do this," said the librarian. "Do what?" I asked. "They always attend the Earl's funeral," said the librarian. "What an honor," I said. "I never knew." Now that it was empty, I saw them step forward onto the path, and follow the others through the gate. I saw a vast crowd of villagers behind them. "The villagers of the ages," said the librarian. "Where do they come from?" I asked. "They haunt the villages, and cottages in the fields and on the estate," said the librarian. "Especially the ruined ones." I was awed. I had no idea my burial would be such an occasion. The villagers did not go through the gate, but sang a quiet hymn. A thousand ghostly voices in perfect harmony. "Follow me," said the librarian. He led the way through the crowd of relatives, staff, and ghostly guests to the graveside. We stood on the opposite side of the grave, which was empty.The casket was lowered into the ground without mishap by strong young men. While the priest was talking my ghostly ancestors and their royal guests filed past the grave, stooped, and threw a handful of sand into the grave. Not real sand, but they went through the motions quite quickly so that everyone would have a turn while the priest spoke. Each looked across the grave and met my eye, and nodded respectfully. I felt greatly honored. "Where do the earls stay?" I asked. "In the old wing of the castle, my lord," the librarian said. The sight of so many of the ancestors he had read so much about was quite overpowering him. "There are many rooms in the old wing," I said. "They are empty and in need of repair, and some are quite dingy, but they prefer to be on the estate," he said. The living departed, solemn and subdued. The ghostly guests took their leave of the earls, particularly those of their own era, and vanished one by one. The earls followed, and then the thousand strong crowd of villagers from the ages vanished quickly. The gravediggers were busy filling in the grave, while the priest watched to see it all done properly. Author page by Robert FieldsDiary of a ghost day I died of the galaxies 100,000 ad one and only true time This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.…

Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. The lord of the castle had died. It meant big changes for him. This is his story from that moment, told by him. "It is so strange, with him not here with us," I heard my youngest daughter say. Frances glanced to see that no one was watching her, then looked at me, and then turned her head towards my chair twice. My chair was up against the table. "My chair is up against the table," I said. No one else heard. Without answering, she stood, marched imperiously to my chair, and drew it back far enough for me to sit on. "What are you doing?" asked Lisbeth. "If we are going to leave his seat empty for him, then we should draw it back so that he could sit on it," said Frances. Bascombe returned. He was Richard's butler now. "Bascombe, in future will you make sure that my father's seat is reserved for him with the chair drawn back?" asked Frances. Bascombe glanced at me quickly. Only Frances noticed. "Of course, my lady," he answered. At the same time, Frances signaled again that I should take my seat. "Why do you smile at his chair as though he is here?" Lisbeth asked. Bascombe looked alarmed. "I am sorry," said Frances. "I find I keep imagining that he is still here. I can't help myself." "I had an invisible friend," said Richard's wife. "You never told me that," said Richard. "You never asked," she said. "It was something I could see. A kind of shape. No more. I talked to it, and I wished it would reply, but it never did. When I got older it stopped coming to me." "That's very interesting, Mildred," said Lisbeth, with a flicker of her eyes towards Francis. "Have you seen my father's ghost at all?" "Goodness, what a conversation," my wife said. "We had a family ghost too," said Frances's husband. "You never told me these things," said Frances. "We must visit the old section of the castle." "I hate to invite myself, but can we come too?" asked Richard's wife, Mildred. "What a party," said Frances. "Would you like to come, mother." "No, thank you," said my wife. I thought about inviting myself, but Frances gave me a warning look. "No, don't sit there. That's his chair. Sit over here," I heard my wife say. It was Mildred's parents, already here for the funeral. My funeral. "What a quaint custom," said Mildred's mother, the Duchess. "Is it a carryover from medieval times?" "No," said my wife. "It is just something we all want to do for him." "We almost feel he is still here with us," said Frances. She gave me a glance, and a smile. "And you are right," said the Duchess. "I can almost see him sitting there." She stared straight at me. Frances was confused for a moment. Then she realized that her mother-in-law was very quietly teasing her. "Of course you can," said Frances. "We all can, can't we?" "Well, I can't," said my wife. "But I do feel as though he is still with us. And I would hate someone to sit on him." "After this conversation, I'm sure he would think twice about sitting there," said Frances, addressing the remark to my chair. "Goodness, now they are talking to him," the Duchess thought behind a blank face. Strangely, I could hear the thought. "This is my seat, Duchess," I said to her. Frances heard and looked at the Duchess, who was startled, and looked around to see where the remark had come from. The ghost of the librarian was waiting near the graveyard when I arrived on the path. When the last people had gone through the gate, I saw, to my astonishment, a row of ghostly Earls of Sedgemont, going back all the way to the first Earl. "Where do the earls stay?" I asked. "In the old wing of the castle, my lord," the librarian said. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. …