: Mournweald Estate, London
Virginia blinked for a moment, mulling over Ernest's words. Mosi had left a will with clear instructions, from what she had surmised. Why was that not enough for her surviving family? What more could they ask for in determining what the deceased would truly want to happen to their remains? "Mosi left a will. There is no clearer indication of what she would wish for her burial than what she has written herself,"
"That is true." Ernest replie with a flat voice, trying to still come in terms with what had transpired." The way she lived... left our family with some cracks on our so called 'honor&pride'. They are trying to start laying the fundations to 'mend' that right away with her death as founding stone." He said in rather displeased voice." Still now that you are here, my father would have no other choice, but to listen. Your name's on the will and he will respect her decision, he doesn't have other option."
Virginia chuckled softly at Ernest's words. From what she understood, Mosi's family rejected her lifestyle from the very beginning. Why would her death change that? Why would Mosi's will force her family to honor her desires? To say the very least, Virginia was doubtful that Mosi's father would follow through with the burial Mosi desired. Ernest struck her as naive. "I hope that you are right as to your father's inclinations,"
Virginia commented. She expected more than just a struggle to get a proper burial for Mosi.
"Our father's favorite child is... was..." Ernest started to say as he was leading Virginia towards his father's study." Jeanette." He stated with a grim smile. One could hear Bridgitte who was always on good terms with Mosi, weeping from one of the side rooms." He's unable to decide right now mostly because he half cannot accept her passing. You know, he was so happy last night when he saw her put on that dress he got for her." He explained as they reached a closed sturdy door. Ernest quickly knocked on the door." Father, Miss Crypt is here. The one in Jeanette's will."
"Just enter..." A tired voice came from inside. Ernest opened the door, only to see his father William sitting on his chair, his looks somewhat disheveled, as he stared at a small handkerchief decorated with rather childish clumsly made embrodery.
For a favorite child, the Cranes certainly had an odd way of showing it. Virginia's father loved--no, loves
--her and he never would have forced her to live a dishonest life. He was the man who first taught her to throw a hatchet. He never would have purchased something for her to enjoy that she detested, such as Jeanette's father had done with the dress. Alfred appeared to be a bit skeptical as well, though he was keeping a firm grip on James' shoulder to keep the young boy from running amuck in the manor. "Mr. Crane,"
Virginia said as she came into the room, noting Ernest's lack of proper address for her but not finding it an appropriate moment to correct him. Had he been one of the Crypt family's business partners, she likely would have had her tongue for such disrespect. It was one of the unfortunate consequences of her sex--a good portion of the men she dealt with did not respect her as they did her father. They did not recognize her as the head of the Crypt household, even if only acting.
"Ahh..." William made a sound of realization as he saw Virginia. He quickly stood up from his seat to welcome them inside the study." Lady Crypt, please enter." He invited before turning to Virginia's companions. "Lord Wenwynith, sir, I'm sorry for my delayed invitation. Please do enter." He turned towards James and Alfred.
"I assume my son has informed you of my daugther's will, Lady Crypt?" William asked, still holding onto the old handkerchief." May I ask, what would be your decision on the matter of the funeral?" He asked.
James couldn't help but perk up with interest as Mr. Crane used his courtesy title. He spent much of his time at the manor among family, causing him to be caused either diminutives by Virginia or the simple Master James by a majority of the household staff. Lord Wenwynith was what etiquette dictated he would be called, until his father was ruled dead. Then he would be known as Lord Dywell. His sister, of course, would be Lady Crypt regardless. She could not inherit the earldom. "A virtue I am, if let in. Orpheus had a need of me. I can be tried yet I cannot be executed. What am I?"
Virginia recited, pausing for a moment as she waited for a response. "Patience. Now, I must peruse her will if I am to make an informed decision, though I must confess I do not understand why you need an earl's daughter to interpret the written word. A will is just that--a will. It is Mosi's declaration of intent as to what should be done with her earthly remains and in order to honor her, rather than a fiction, it must be followed to the letter."
Mosi's father had a complicated expression for a moment before nodding and pulling a folded piece of paper from his desk, handing it over to Virginia." It is here, Lady Crypt..." He said quietly. It was a rather short thing all things considered. After all Mosi wasn't about to let overwhelming boring details to get in her way. All she needed was quick, short and direct will and that's what it was written.
In but a frew short sentences all things were explained. Should she died, Mosi left the following things: Her main handaxes, the collection of feathers and her 'pipe of peace' to Virginia. Also she was to be burned in all cases. With Virginia being the sole person with rights on handling her funeral rites as she see fit. There was just a single additional rule in her will speaking about how 'I do not wish my death to be turned into a public spectacle for hollow pride.' Which more or less stated that she didn't wish for any public funeral of any kind.
"I..." William started with heavy voice, but couldn't bring himself to continue.
Virginia's eyes scanned over the will twice, before she set it aside. It seemed perfectly clear to her, though she did note once more that she should have been called over far earlier in the day. The funeral was supposed to be this evening and she was intended to arrange it? In order to do something properly, it took more than a mere hours worth of work. No, it would be longer to devise something that would do justice to Mosi. "The will is quite clear, Mr. Crane,"
Virginia said. "Your daughter wishes to be cremated. The affair is to be private. After it has finished, we will place the ashes into two urns: one that you may keep here and another that will be placed on a ship to America, where the majority of her ashes shall be spread."
"Yes..." William finally said with a heavy voice, but his expression had cleared somewhat as if he had reached a conclusion." Lady Crypt if you excuse me, I need to stop this sharade." Mosi's father finally stated as he headed towards the exit of his study." Clarice, you're to stop the funeral preparations you've been setting right now!" His voice rang throughout the corridor." We're following her will and if the other people are to talk about it, then so be it."
"Lady Crypt, would you like to see her?" Ernest asked." We've taken her to her room. Frankly I managed to convince the servant in charge of dressing her to put on her buckrobe she brought with her. I thought it would be more fitting."