March 13, 1809

To better understand this story we’d have to travel to the beginning, the summer of eighteen- hundred nine. Were she met him, and he met her for the first time and they instantly fell truly and madly in love with each other. But sadly they were from different worlds she was a lady; he was her father’s stableman from Northern countryside of Ireland. His name was James Andrew Moore, and he was seventeen years old. James as he’d always liked to be called was a mysterious man (not scary just he never talked about himself to anyone.) Tough he was a lone traveler he had only one friend, a dog-named Rufus. Rufus nevertheless a dog would follow James to hell and back without any argue or any reservation. James always knew what Rufus was feeling just by one look, and Rufus felt the same way about James.