Daughter of England

Epilogue

"Spend more time with my sister," Eric suggested, "you are sisters now. Perhaps you will go out into society more often. Betsy is to come out this summer. My father will host a grand ball, and I know he will invite you."

"Oh wonderful!" Ann rolled her eyes. "How you have comforted me, Eric! You know better than anyone I cannot abide balls and parties."

"Carol!" A new voice called out. Carol whirled around, recognizing it instantly.

"Florence!" she exclaimed, rushing over and taking her friend by the hands. "I am so glad you have come to see me off!"

"I would never have missed it," Florence replied. "I am so excited and glad for you. I heard you are to be Dr. Morris' assistant once again. It seems impossible to separate the two of you."

"It does indeed," Carol giggled. "He is already in India and we are to meet him when we arrive. I cannot quite believe everything has turned out the way it did."

"God has worked it out for good," Florence said with a smile. "You trusted Him and He gave you the desires of your heart. You are married to Eric and you have become a nurse. I am proud of your Carol, proud that you pushed past the odds and the roadblocks. There were lessons learned along the way, and in the end you came out victorious. I hope you shall help many people as you follow the path of nursing."

"I wish you were coming with me," Carol confessed. "I would feel so much safer knowing that you are there to guide me as you once did."

"No, Carol," Florence smiled, "I cannot always lead you by the hand. The time has come for you to walk independently."

"I shall still miss you very much, dear Floy."

"I shall too, but you know you still have my love and if you ever feel lost or lonely, remember this thought. Love isn't bound to time or space, and my love will travel with you on the ship and remain with you."

Carol smiled and kissed her dear friend. "Thank you for everything, Floy, I would never have become what I am now without your help. I will pray for you as you continue to follow your calling, and that God guide you each step of the way."

Florence squeezed Carol's hand. "And I shall expect a detailed report on the conditions of the hospitals in India."

"You can count on my, dearest Floy," Carol laughed. "Though I doubt it will be possible for me to visit all of them."

"You know what I mean."

Everyone laughed at this. Carol sighed and looked at the faces surrounding her; everyone she dearly loved had already bid her goodbye. Except for one person.

"Papa will not come to see me off, will he?" She quietly asked her brother. He shook his head.

"I don't think he is ready to see you yet, Carol, but in time he will come too. He wishes you well and hope you will find happiness in the life you have chosen to lead. I know he's a stubborn man, but Ann and I will do our best to help him understand your calling."

Rick's hopeful attitude made Carol smile. "You always know how to make me feel better, Rick," she said. "I shall miss you in India."

"And I shall all miss you," Rick kindly replied, giving his sister a kiss. "But you must go with your husband and we must remain here. Perhaps one day I'll even come to visit you."

"I would like that very much," Carol smiled.

"Come, Carol, we must board the ship." Eric said. "The tide is coming in."

"Goodbye Mamma, give all my love to Papa." Carol kissed her loved ones goodbye and looping her arm through Eric's, walked with him on board the ship. Lady Elizabeth cried as she watched her depart. Carol was no longer the young, arrogant girl who had once marched out of their home. In these three short years, Carol had become a strong, mature woman.

***

Carol and Eric waved from on board the deck as the figures of Florence and her family slowly began disappearing.

"I cannot believe your father still insists on being angry with you?" Eric's voice was tainted with disapproval.

"Oh," Carol gave a little sigh, "my father has a good heart, but it is hidden beneath a rough exterior. I wish I knew how to melt the ice and once again restore good relations. I have written to him several letters, asking for forgiveness, but he never answered one of them. What more does he want me to do?"

Eric gazed in sympathy at Carol, wishing he could give advice, but not having any answers. "Doesn't it say somewhere in the Bible about a man's foes being the people of his own house."

"And this is comfort, Eric?" Carol frowned at him.

"Probably not," Eric grinned sheepishly, "but that is the only answer I have."

"Perhaps you had better tell me how is it that you came to forgive me so easily and Papa didn't?"

"Because I was at the hospital, I was one of the wounded, and being there helped me to understand your calling. When I realized what a fool I had been, I promised God that if he would only grant me back my sight, I would help you realize you dream. I believe if you father had seen you in Scutari as I had, he would come to understand too. He was offended when you told him you did not care for the title of being his child, perhaps if you could somehow show him that you are proud to be his daughter, then he will come to forgive the words you spoke to him that fateful day."

Carol rested her head on his arm and let out a little sigh. "It is like Dr. Morris said, if one learns anything in the world of medicine it is patience. And it is a lesson I must continue to learn.

"We will write him," Eric promised. "We will do everything in our part to bridge the gap that was made, but he must do his part too. Trust God, my love, and pray for you father. God knows, God cares, and God will take care of everything. He has never proven Himself false, has He?"

Carol looked into the deep brown eyes of her husband. Living proof of God's love stood right in front of her. It was still a miracle to her that those beautiful eyes could look at her and see her. "You are right, Eric," she whispered. "How fortunate I am to have you as my husband."

"How fortunate I am to have you as my wife," Eric softly replied, his grip on her tightening and his lips locking with hers. When their lips parted, Eric brushed some of the loose hair out of her face. "Many things are still uncertain, but there is one thing I know without a shadow of a doubt. England is proud to call you her daughter, your bravery, kindness and devotion to her sons will not be forgotten."

"It is not like England knows about me," Carol laughed. "I was but one of many nurses, each of which gave their all for the wounded at the hospitals. Allow time to pass and I am sure no one will even remember I even existed."

"I will remember," Eric whispered. "I will always remember."

"And that is all the recognition I shall ever need," Carol concluded and kissed her husband once again.

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