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“We need to get you out of here now,” Lord Calbrook said as he noticed some younger Lords moving in their direction.
Kenneth was too stunned to talk. He had no grasp of why he was suddenly being vilified.
“Lord Walsrock, we have to leave now,” Lord Rockgonie said as he suddenly materialized by his side, just as the first wave of audible hate speech broke forth.
The Lords were chanting in protest and trying to get at Kenneth even as his friends smuggled him out.
The younger Lords, Calbrook had noticed earlier, where making a beeline for the door. The looks on their faces spoke volumes about their intent. Mass hysteria was currently sweeping through the chambers and if Kenneth didn’t make it out of there now, he most likely wasn’t going to make it out at all.
By some stroke of luck, in the form of the chaos that was ensuing, Kenneth and his party arrived at the door first and bolted out.
In panic, they headed the wrong way, deeper into the building instead of out. With the remaining members of parliament hot on their tail, they decided to hide and wait.
No one knew how long they hid, but eventually, the chaos and noise began to die down.
When it seemed like they were out of harm’s way, they all decided to make a run for it.
They dashed out of parliament only to find that Kenneth’s curricle was missing.
The angry lords who had formed a mob were still hanging around the building and on sighting their company, began to close in on them once more.
Luckily, the rest of them still had their carriages on site and so they all headed for their carriages. Lard Calbrook dragged Kenneth toward his and when they were finally on board, began to make their escape away from parliament.
“What in God’s name just happened there?” Lord Calbrook railed. “Have these lords gone mad?”
Kenneth remained speechless. His mind was still having a difficult time processing what was happening.
Lord Calbrook’s carriage made its way toward his house in order to drop him off. When they arrived, Lord Calbrook leaned over as he got down.
“This is madness, Kenneth. I suggest you lay low for a while. Take a trip to the countryside and your family estate there. Stay out of the public eye for now till we can figure out a way to clear up this mess,” Lord Calbrook said.
“Thank you. But I think I will just stay here. No one can come onto these grounds, after all. I’ll be fine,” he responded.
“All right, then. I will keep in touch. Take care, friend,” Lord Calbrook said as his carriage rode off.
Turning, Kenneth saw his father standing in the doorway.
“Get into the house, son. Quickly!” his father exclaimed.
When they were safely within the walls of the house, his father turned to face him.
“I take it you’ve heard already,” he said to his father.
“I’m afraid bad news travels fast,” the Duke responded. “And I must say that some of this is my fault.”
“How?” Kenneth asked in confusion. “I’m the one who presented a bill that threatened their comfort, not you.”
“Yes. But I’m the one who was hated for so long because of the power I wielded in parliament. Some of the aggression being directed at you has been built up over time,” the Duke explained.
Kenneth could do nothing but heave with exhaustion.
“Are you hurt?” his father asked, misinterpreting his sigh of exhaustion as one of pain.
“I’m fine, thankfully,” he responded. “How did you hear, though?” he asked.
“When the angry Lords came out and began circling your curricle, your coachman drove off and came straight home. That’s how I heard and knew what was going on. Care for a drink?” his father asked.
“Yes, please.” Kenneth responded.
