(NOTE: To read Part One of THE LADY OF THE TRAIN click HERE.)

I finished all my business quickly,
Eager to depart this place,
The haunting had already started,
I could not erase the lady's face.
With guilt, I stared at her small photo,
Which I'd tucked in amongst my things,
I could tell it wasn't recent,
She was in her early teens.
When I turned the picture over,
Which I had not done before,
Across the back was neatly written,
"Jayne - Fourteen - at Saint Lenore's."
I scrutinized the photograph,
Oh, no ... there was something wrong,
This was not my lady of the train,
Then the light then began to dawn.
The likeness, so remarkable,
That I, at first, was fooled,
But a closer look revealed to me,
A young girl currently in school.
The picture had to be the daughter,
Of the lovely lady of the train,
And if this were true, then she would be,
The last of that line that still remained.
I wondered if, by secrecy,
She had been taken far away,
Placed, perhaps, in a private school,
Where she still hides today.
She would be in mortal danger,
If her whereabouts were known
By the rebels in her homeland,
Though she might be far from home.
I pondered her predicament,
Should I get involved ... or not?
I contemplated her distress,
It overwhelmed my every thought.
Enough!  My decision made!
I headed straight for France,
Where shortly I found Saint Lenore's,
A school of simple elegance.
High in a rural, mountain town,
Behind tall convent walls,
The sanctuary of Saint Lenore's,
Shielded all within its halls.
I rang the bell and was admitted,
By a suspicious, wary Nun,
Who examined Jayne's small photo,
While I explained what had been done.
The Sister said, "Yes, that is our Jayne,
We've had her here for many years,
We thought one day her mother would come,
However, it seemed she'd disappeared."
"Then, just yesterday, two men arrived,
'With orders from her mother,'
They plan on taking her today,
They said 'it must be under-cover.'"
"Oh No!" I cried, "That must not happen!
Sister, do not let that child go!
The men are evil; they will kill her,
Just as they struck her mother's blow!"
"Jayne is the last one in her line,
One day she could be Queen,
She must be protected from those men,
Who are corrupt and mean."
After prayer and meditation,
The Nuns released their Jayne to me ,
She was lovely, like her mother,
And, I'm sure, as brave as she.
I whisked her swiftly from the convent,
Just as shots rang through the air,
We made it to the nearest airport,
And quickly flew from there.
When we were safe within the States,
My wife and I would care for Jayne,
And when she becomes a proper age,
Perhaps her throne could be reclaimed.
I could not help her lovely mother,
The awesome lady of the train,
But I give my solemn oath and word
To be there always for her Jayne.
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
Copyright January 2007

The picture of the lady is
Amelia Anne's Grandmother. 
One beautiful lady in spirit and heart.

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