Chapter 3


I got home from school tired out from having to cope with all those Captivated students and staff members. I'd have liked to talk and hang out with Ryan but Sophia was there so instead I went to my room. Settling myself against the headboard of my bed, I began to read a book of poetry from my bedside table which contained, in its cupboard, some of my favourite pieces of literature.

One of the poems I came across struck a chord deep within me, its subject being freedom. I thought about Harriet and the cage she was trapped in, formed by Arthur's suggestions and supposed love for her. I wondered if allowing her status to continue for an entire month had shown a gross lack of a sense of justice and little understanding of right and wrong, and if I was failing Harriet more by not doing anything for a while than by threatening to take her away from Arthur.

I had a curious idea after I finished the poem. I thought that perhaps if I showed it to my brother, I could persuade him that Harriet was better off not enslaved by him.

Of course, it might not work at all but if it did, I would be saved an unpleasant job.

I found a bookmark, placed it at the page of the inspiring poem, closed the book and went to place it on Arthur's bed, silently praying that my plan would have success.



I returned to Mesmerising Mansion afflicted with profound contentment.

To my amusement, Henry had deposited a book of poems on my bed. I guessed it was Henry because any other brother would have handed it to me personally and I knew for certain when I saw that the bookmark within the book was at the page of a poem whose title was ‘The Joys of Freedom'. So he thought he could change my mind about Harriet through poetry, did he?

For a laugh, I did read the poem but, as I suspected there wouldn't, no change arose in my attitudes towards having a proprius and Harriet being mine.

The Joys of Freedom

The sweet taste of honey, melting on your tongue;

The brightness of that softly shining sun;

The culmination of one's happinesses into a silent song

or breathtakingly beautiful stationary dance;


The dazzling ocean of a myriad of colours is spreading,

touching first your mind and then your heart, adding sparkle

to your eyes and tingling in your bones. Some say it even

pervades your soul, that spirit of profound waters.


The flames are sparking brilliantly, within the hearts

of the Rainbow Stones: ruby , amber, topaz,

emerald, sapphire, amethyst and is that sneaky jet I see? -

Richard of York gave battle in vain

Richard and Tom enter singing again ...



The laugh that breaks, so wild and free;

The glowing jewels behind your gaze;

The soothing scent of lavender; in all Earth's wonders...


Live long, the joys of freedom.



The book was returned to my room while I had supper. On a small piece of paper, Arthur had written:

‘Nice try, Henry, but every image in that poem reminded me of my love for Harriet and her own for me - in fact, it almost gave me more reason to keep her as my proprius (it didn't because I don't need it).

‘If you're uncomfortable with the thought of stealing Harriet from me, no one's forcing you to. Thanks for the entertainment anyway.


I crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it in the bin. Ugh! How could he annoy me so much? It was like that was one of his purposes in life - to infuriate me to the point where I wanted to throttle him. To be fair, my idea had been slightly ridiculous. But that didn't give Arthur the right to laugh in my face. And I hated the way he portrayed what he was doing to Harriet in a positive light. How could any phenomenon like that of the proprius be anything other than sick, twisted and wrong? I had half a mind to go to Harriet's house now while Arthur was here but two major flaws in the plan were that firstly, I had no idea where she lived, and secondly my character was at risk.

I sighed heavily as I stared at the poetry book, with all its inspiration and futility, and wondered if there was a poem in it that could calm me down. There probably wasn't. At least my anger seemed inclined to dissipate fast. After a while I sat down at my desk and launched myself into an easy sheet of Maths homework.

The End

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