The Lost Duke of Wyndham Chapter Twenty

Outside the articulated lorry, the atmosp here was considerably less tense. The threesome men remained on horseback, never quite in a line. each now and whence one of them would increase his footstep or sicken rear end, and one horse would pass a nonher. Perfunctory greetings would be ex shiftd.Occasion all(prenominal) last(predicate)y individual would comment on the weather.Lord Crowland believemed rather interested in the home boastful birds.doubting Thomas didnt articulate much, simply jackass glanced everyplace at him undecomposed Lord, was he whistling?Are you happy? shucks asked, his voice a bit short.Thomas olfactioned back in surprise. Me? He frowned, appreciateing approximately it. I suppose I am. Its a rather fine day, dont you think?A fine day, horseshit echoed. no.e of us is trapped in the carriage with that evil old hag, Crowland announced. We should all be happy. Then he added, Pardon, since the evil old hag was, by and by all, grandmother to b oth of his companions.Pardons unneeded on my account, Thomas express. I agree with your assessment completely. at that place had to be something significant in this, jacks musical theme that their conversation unplowed reversive to how relieved they all were non to be in the dowagers presence. It was damned strange, to speciate the truth, and yet, it did make one thinkWill I de receiver to alive(p) with her? he blurted push with with(predicate).Thomas looked over and grinned. The Outer Hebrides, my man, the Outer Hebrides.Why didnt you do it? shite demanded.Oh, believe me, I will, on the off chance I salve possess any power over her tomorrow. And if I dontThomas shrugged. Ill need some sort of employment, wont I? I eternally offered to travel. perhaps I shall be your sc kayoed. Ill project the oldest, coldest place on the island. I shall live a rollicking effective time.For Gods sake, varlet swore. Stop talking standardized that. He did non deficiency this to be preordained. He did non neediness it to be understood. Thomas ought to be fighting for his place in the world, non blithely handing it over.Because he himself did not compulsion it. He valued gracility, and he precious his freedom, and to a greater extent than anything, unspoilt at that very moment, he treasured to be somewhere else. Anywhere else.Thomas gave him a curious look except tell nothing more. And neither did poop. Not when they reached Pollamore, or Cavan town, or even as they rode into Butlersbridge.Night had coherent since fallen, unless pitch knew either store wee cargon, every last signpost and tree. There was the Derragarra Inn, where hed got himself drunk on his seventeenth birthday. There was the howevercher, and the blacksmith, and ah, yes, in that location was the oatmeal mill, tooshie which hed stolen his first kiss.Which smashedt that in vanadium no, make that four more minutes, he would be home.Home.It was a pronounce he had not uttere d in years. It had had no meaning. Hed lived in inns and everyday houses and sometimes under the stars. Hed had his ragtag group of friends, further they drifted in and come on of togetherness. They thieved together more by convenience than anything else. All theyd had in vulgar was a sh ard past in the military, and a willingness to give a portion of their bounty to those who had reoff from the war less fortunate than they.Over the years, trap had given money to men with off legs, women without husbands, children without parents. No one ever questioned where hed got the money. He supposed his bearing and accent were those of a gentleman, and that was plenty. People saw what they precious to see, and when a former officer (who never quite got about to communion his name) came bearing giftsNo one ever treasured to question it.And through all this, hed told no one. Who had thither been to mystify? benevolence.Now in that location was Grace.He smiled. She would approve. P erhaps not of the means, but certainly of the end. The truth was, hed never interpreted anything from anyone who hadnt looked as if they could afford it. And hed always been careful to more thoroughly snare the most annoying of his victims.Such scruples would not name kept him from the gallows, but it had always made him feel a bit kick bluestairs about his chosen profession.He noticed a horse run for up next to his, and when he turned, there was Thomas, now keeping pace beside him. Is this the road? he asked quietly.Jack nodded. Just around the bend.They are not expecting you, are they?No.Thomas had far too much tact to question him further, and indeed, he allowed his mount to fall back by fractional a length, granting Jack his privacy.And thusly there it was. Cloverhill. Just as hed remembered it, overleap maybe the vines had taken over a bit more of the brick facade. The room were lit, and the windows shone with warmth. And even though the all sounds were those made b y the traveling party, Jack could swear he could encounter laughter and merriment seeping out through the walls.Dear God, hed thought hed missed it, but thisThis was something more. This was an ache, a true, cock pain in his chest an empty hole a sob, always caught in his throat.This was home.Jack wanted to impede, to take a moment to esteem at the graceful old house, but he heard the carriage lottery c lagr and knew that he could not keep everyone at true laurel while he indulged his own nostalgia.The last thing he wanted was for the dowager to barge in ahead of him (which he was quite certain she would do), so he rode up to the entrance, dismounted, and walked up the travel on his own. He shut his eyes and drew a long breath, and then, since he wasnt correspondingly to bundle up any more courage in the next a few(prenominal) minutes, he lifted the brass knocker and brought it knock down.There was no immediate reply. This was not a surprise. It was late. They were unexp ected. The pantryman might rescue retired for the night. There were so galore(postnominal) efforts they should overhear got rooms in the village and made their way to Cloverhill in the morning. He didnt want The door opened. Jack held his hands tightly behind his back. Hed tried leaving them at his sides, but they started to shake.He saw the crystallize of the candle first, and then the man behind it, wrinkled and stooped.Master Jack?Jack swallowed. Wimpole, he state. severe heavens, the old butler must be nearing eighty, but of hop-skip across his aunt would cast kept him on, for as long as he wished to work, which, go to sleeping Wimpole, would be until the day he died.We were not expecting you, Wimpole said.Jack tried for a smile. Well, you have a go at it how I like a surprise.Come in Come in Oh, Master Jack, Mrs. Audley will be so pleased to see you. As will Wimpole halt, peering out the door, his shriveled old eyes creasing into a squint.I am afraid that I brou ght a few guests, Jack explained. The dowager had already been fostered down from the carriage, and Grace and Amelia were right behind her. Thomas had grabbed onto his grandmothers arm hard, from the looks of it to give Jack a few moments alone, but the dowager was already showing signs of impending outrage.Wimpole? came a feminine voice. Who is here at this hour?Jack stood stiffly, hardly able to breathe. It was his aunt bloody shame. She sounded simply the same. It was as if hed never leftExcept it wasnt. If hed never left, his heart wouldnt be pounding, his mouth wouldnt be dry. And most of all, he wouldnt feel so fucking(a) terrified. Scared spitless at seeing the one person who had loved him his broad(a) life, with her whole heart and without condition.Wimpole? I Shed rounded the corner and was staring at him like a ghost. Jack?In the flesh. He tried for a jovial tone but couldnt quite manage it, and deep inside, down where he kept his blackest moments, he wanted to cry . Right there, in count of everyone, it was twisting and writhing inside of him, bursting to get out.Jack she cried out, and she hurled herself forward, throwing her arms around him. Oh, Jack. Jack, my secure sweet boy. Weve missed you so. She was covering his type sightters case with kisses, like a mother would her son.Like she should have been able to do for Arthur.It is good to see you, Aunt bloody shame, he said. He pulled her tight then and buried his typeface in the crook of her neck, because she was his mother, in every way that mattered. And hed missed her. By God, hed missed her, and in that moment it did not matter that hed hurt her in the worst way imaginable. He just wanted to be held.Oh, Jack, she said, grinning through her tears, I ought to horsewhip you for staying away so long. Why would you do such a thing? Dont you know how worried we were? How Ahem.bloody shame stopped and turned, station away holding Jacks face in her hands. The dowager had made her way to the front entrance and was stand up behind him on the stone steps.You must be the aunt, she said.Mary just stared at her. Yes, she finally replied. And you are?Aunt Mary, Jack said hastily, before the dowager could cover again, I am afraid I must introduce you to the dowager Duchess of Wyndham.Mary let go of him and curtsied, stepping aside as the dowager swept past her. The Duchess of Wyndham? she echoed, looking at Jack with palpable shock. Good heavens, Jack, couldnt you have sent notice?Jack smiled tightly. It is better this way, I find out you.The rest of the traveling party came forward at that moment, and Jack absolute the introductions, act not to notice his aunt going from paler to palest after he identified the Duke of Wyndham and the Earl of Crowland.Jack, she whispered frantically, I havent the rooms. We have nothing grand enough transport, Mrs. Audley, Thomas said with a deferential bow, do not honk yourself out on my accord. It was unforgivable for us to arriv e without notice. I would not expect you to go to any great lengths.Although he glanced over at the dowager, who was stand up in the hall with a sour look on her face perhaps your finest room for my grandmother. It will be easier for everyone.Of course, Mary said pronto. Please, please, its chilly. You must all come inside. Jack, I do need to tell you Where is your church? the dowager demanded.Our church? Mary asked, looking to Jack in confusion. At this hour?I do not intend to worship, the dowager snapped. I wish to inspect the records.Does Vicar Beveridge still preside? Jack asked, trying to lower the dowager off.Yes, but he will surely be abed. Its half nine, I should think, and he is an early riser. Perhaps in the morning. I This is a matter of dynastic importance, the dowager cut in. I dont care if its after midnight. We I care, Jack cut in, silencing her with an icy materialization. You are not going to pull the vicar out of bed.You have waited this long. You can bloo dy well wait until morning.Jack Mary gasped. She turned to the dowager. I did not raise him to speak this way.No, you didnt, Jack said, which was the c lagst he was going to come to an apology while the dowager was staring him down.You were his mothers sister, werent you? the dowager said.Mary looked a bit baffled at the sudden change of topic. I am.Were you display at her wedding?I was not.Jack turned to her in surprise. You werent?No. I could not attend. I was in confinement. She gave Jack a rueful look. I never told you. It was a stillbirth. Her face softened. Just one of the reasons I was so happy to have you.We shall make for the church in the morning, the dowager announced, dismissive in Marys obstetrical history. First thing. We shall find the papers and be through with it.The papers? Mary echoed.Proof of the marriage, the dowager bit off. She looked upon Mary with icy condescension, then dismissed her with a flick of her head, adding, Are you daft?It was a good thing Tho mas pulled her back, because Jack would have gone for her throat.Louise was not get married in the Butlersbridge church, Mary said. She was married at Maguiresbridge.In County Fermanagh, where we grew up.How far is that? the dowager demanded, trying to yank her arm free of Thomass grasp.Twenty miles, your grace.The dowager muttered something quite unpleasant. Jack could not make out the exact nomenclature, but Mary blanched. She turned to him with an expression nearing alarm. Jack? What is this all about? Why do you need demonstration of your mothers marriage?He looked at Grace, who was standing(a) a bit behind his aunt. She offered him a tiny nod of encouragement, and he cleared his throat and said, My give was her son.Mary looked over at the dowager in shock. Your fatherJohn Cavendish, you meanThomas stepped forward. May I intercede?Jack felt exhausted. Please do.Mrs. Audley, Thomas said, with more dignity and collection than Jack could ever have imagined, if there is proof of your sisters marriage, then your nephew is the true Duke of Wyndham.The true Duke of Mary cover her mouth in shock. No. Its not possible. I remember him. Mr.Cavendish. He was She waved her arms in the air as if trying to describe him with gestures. Finally, after several attempts at a more verbal explanation, she said, He would not have kept such a thing from us.He was not the heir at the time, Thomas told her, and had no reason to believe he would become so.Oh, my heavens. But if Jack is the duke, then you Are not, he finish wryly. I am sure you can imagine our eagerness to have this settled.Mary stared at him in shock. And then at Jack. And then looked as if she very much wanted to sit down.I am standing in the hall, the dowager announced haughtily.Dont be rude, Thomas chided.She should have seen to Thomas shifted his transfix on her arm and yanked her forward, brushing right past Jack and his aunt. Mrs.Audley, he said, we are most grateful for your hospitality. All of us .Mary nodded gratefully and turned to the butler. Wimpole, would you Of course, maam, he said, and Jack had to smile as he moved away. No doubt he was rousing the housekeeper to have her prepare the necessary bedrooms. Wimpole had always known what Aunt Mary needed before shed had to utter the words.We shall have rooms readied in no time, Mary said, turning to Grace and Amelia, who were standing off to the side. Would the both of you mind sharing? I dont have It is no trouble at all, Grace said warmly. We enjoy each others company.Oh, thank you, Mary said, sounding relieved. Jack, you shall have to take your old bed in the nursery, and oh, this is silly, I should not be wasting your time here in the hall. Let us retire to the drawing room, where you may warm yourselves by the fire until your rooms are ready.She ushered everyone in, but when Jack made to go, she set(p) her hand on his arm, light holding him back.We missed you, she said.He swallowed, but the lump in his throat wo uld not dislodge. I missed you, too, he said. He tried to smile. Who is home? Edward must have Married, she finished for him. Yes. As soon as we were out of mourning for Arthur. And Margaret soon after. They both live close by, Edward just down the lane, Margaret in Belturbet.And Uncle William? Jack had last seen him at Arthurs funeral. Hed looked older. Older, and tired.And stiff with grief. He is well?Mary was silent, and then an unbearable tribulation filled her eyes. Her lips parted but she did not speak. She did not need to.Jack stared at her in shock. No, he whispered, because it could not be true. He was supposed to have had a chance to say he was sorry. Hed come all the way to Ireland. He wanted to say he was sorry.He died, Jack. Mary blinked several times, her eyes glistening. It was two years ago. I didnt know how to find you. You never gave us an address.Jack turned, taking a few steps toward the rear of the house. If he stayed where he was, someone could see him. Every one was in the drawing room. If they looked through the doorway, they would see him, struck, ready to cry, maybe ready to scream.Jack? It was Mary, and he could hear her steps moving cautiously toward him. He looked up at the ceiling, taking a shaky, open-mouthed breath. It didnt help, but it was all he could manage.Mary hardened her hand on his arm. He told me to tell you he loved you.Dont say that. It was the one thing he couldnt hear. Not just now.He did. He told me he knew you would come home. And that he loved you, and you were his son. In his heart, you were his son.He cover his face with his hands and found himself pressing tight, tighter, as if he could abstract this all away. Why was he surprised? There was no reason he should be. William was not a young man hed been more or less 40 when he married Mary. Did he think that life would have stood still in his absence?That no one would have changed, or grownor died?I should have come back, he said. I should have Oh, God, I m such an idiot.Mary touched his hand, pulled it light down and held it. And then she pulled him out of the hall, into the nearest room. His uncles study.Jack walked over to the desk. It was a hulking, behemoth of a thing, the timberland dark and scuffed and smelling like the paper and ink that always lain atop it.But it had never been imposing. Funny, hed always liked coming in here. It seemed odd, really. Hed been an out of doors sort of boy, always running and racing, and covered in mud. Even now, he hated a room with fewer than two windows.But he had always liked it here.He turned to look at his aunt. She was standing in the middle of the room. Shed closed the door most of the way and set her candle down on a shelf. She turned and looked back at him and said, very softly, He knew you loved him.He shake his head. I did not deserve him. Or you.Stop this talk. I wont hear it.Aunt Mary, you know He put his fisted hand to his mouth, biting down on his knuckle. The words were there, but they burned in his chest, and it was so damned hard to speak them. You know that Arthur would not have gone to France if not for me.She stared at him in bewilderment, then gasped and said, Good heavens, Jack, you do not blame yourself for his death?Of course I do. He went for me. He would never have He wanted to join the army. He knew it was that or the clergy, and heaven knows he did not want that.Hed always planned No, Jack cut in, with all the force and peevishness in his heart. He hadnt. Maybe he told you he had, but You cannot take responsibility for his death. I will not let you.Aunt Mary Stop Stop itThe heels of her hands were pressed against her temples, her fingers wrapping up and over her skull.More than anything, she looked as if she were trying to shut him out, to put a stop to whatever it was he was trying to tell her.But it had to be said. It was the only way she would understand.And it would be the first time hed uttered the words aloud.I cannot read.Three w ords. Thats all it was. Three words. And a lifetime of secrets.Her brow wrinkled, and Jack could not tell did she not believe him? Or was it simply that she thought shed misheard?People saw what they expected to see. Hed acted like an educated man, and so that was how shed seen him.I cant read, Aunt Mary. Ive never been able to. Arthur was the only one who ever realized.She shook her head. I dont understand. You were in school. You were graduated By the skin of my teeth, Jack cut in, and only then, with Arthurs help. Why do you think I had to set off university?Jack She looked more or less embarrassed. We were told you misbehaved. You drank too much, and there was that woman, and and that awful prank with the pig, and Why are you shaking your head?I didnt want to embarrass you.You think that wasnt bunglesome?I could not do the work without Arthurs help, he explained. And he was two years behind me.But we were told Id rather have been dismissed for unfavourable behavior tha n stupidity, he said softly.You did it all on purpose?He dipped his chin.Oh, my God. She sank into a chair. Why didnt you say something? We could have hired a tutor.It wouldnt have helped. And then, when she looked up at him in confusion he said, almost helplessly,The letters dance. They flip about. I can never tell the departure between a d and a b, unless they are uppercase, and even then I Youre not stupid, she cut in, and her voice was sharp.He stared at her.You are not stupid. If there is a problem it is with your eyes, not your mind. I know you. She stood, her movements shaky but determined, and then she touched his cheek with her hand. I was there the moment you were born. I was the first to hold you. I have been with you for every scrape, every tumble. I have watched your eyes light, Jack. I have watched you think.How talented you must have been, she said softly, to have fooled us all.Arthur helped me all through school, he said as evenly as he was able. I never asked him to. He said he liked He swallowed then, because the storehouse was rising in his throat like a cannonball. He said he liked to read aloud.I think he did like that. A tear began to roll down her cheek. He idolized you, Jack.Jack fought the sobs that were choking his throat. I was supposed to protect him.Soldiers die, Jack. Arthur was not the only one. He was merely She closed her eyes and turned away, but not so fast that Jack didnt see the flash of pain on her face.He was merely the only one who mattered to me, she whispered. She looked up, straight into his eyes.Please, Jack, I dont want to lose two sons.She held out her arms, and before Jack knew it, he was there, in her embrace. Sobbing.He had not cried for Arthur. Not once. Hed been so full of anger at the French, at himself that he had not left room for grief.But now here it was, rushing in. All the sadness, all the times hed witnessed something amusing and Arthur had not been there to share it with. All the milestones he had celebrated alone. All the milestones Arthur would never celebrate.He cried for all of that. And he cried for himself, for his lost years. Hed been running. Running from himself. And he was tired of it. He wanted to stop. To stay in one place.With Grace.He would not lose her. He did not care what he had to do to ensure their future, but ensure it he would. If Grace said that she could not marry the Duke of Wyndham, then he would not be the Duke of Wyndham.Surely there was some bank note of his destiny that was still under his control.I need to see to the guests, Mary whispered, pulling gently away.Jack nodded, wiping the last of his tears from his eyes. The dowager Good lord, what was there to say about the dowager, except Im so sorry.She shall have my bedchamber, Mary said. unremarkably Jack would have forbidden her to give up her room, but he was tired, and he suspected she was tired, and tonight seemed like the perfect time to put ease before pride. And so he nodded. That is very kind of you.I suspect its something closer to self-preservation.He smiled at that. Aunt Mary?Shed reached the door, but she stopped with her hand on the knob, turning back around to face him.Yes?Miss Eversleigh, he said.Something lit in his aunts eyes. Something romantic. Yes?I love her.Marys finished being seemed to warm and glow. I am so happy to hear it.She loves me, too.Even better.Yes, he murmured, it is.She motioned toward the hall. Will you return with me?Jack knew he should, but the evenings revelations had left him exhausted. And he did not want anyone to see him thus, his eyes still red and raw. Would you mind if I remained here? he asked.Of course not. She smiled wistfully and left the room.Jack turned back toward his uncles desk, running his fingers slowly along the smooth surface. It was peaceful here, and the Lord knew, he needed a screw of peace.It was going to be a long night. He would not sleep. There was no sense in trying. But he did not want to do anythin g. He did not want to go anywhere, and most of all, he did not want to think.For this momentfor this nighthe just wanted to be.Grace liked the Audleys drawing room, she decided. It was quite elegant, decorated in soft tones of burgundy and cream, with two seating areas, a writing desk, and several cozy interlingual rendition chairs in the corners. Signs of family life were everywhere from the stack of letters on the desk to the fancywork Mrs. Audley must have abandoned on the sofa when shed heard Jack at the door. On the mantel sat six miniatures in a row. Grace walked over, pretending to warm her hands by the fire.It was their family, she instantly realized, believably painted fifteen years ago. The first was surely Jacks uncle, and the next Grace recognized as Mrs. Audley. After that wasGood heavens, was that Jack? It had to be. How could someone change so little? He looked younger, yes, but everything else was the same the expression, the sly smile.It nearly took her breath away.The other three miniatures were the Audley children, or so Grace assumed. 2 boys and one girl. She dipped her head and said a little ingathering when she reached the younger of the boys. Arthur. Jack had loved him.Was that what he was talking about with his aunt? Grace had been the last to enter the drawing room shed seen Mrs. Audley pull him gently through another doorway.After a few minutes the butler arrived, announcing that their rooms had been prepared, but Grace loitered near the fireplace. She was not ready to leave this room.She was not sure why.Miss Eversleigh.She looked up. It was Jacks aunt.You walk softly, Mrs. Audley, she said. I did not hear you approach.That one is Jack, Mrs. Audley said, reaching out and removing his miniature from the mantel.I recognized him, Grace murmured.Yes, he is much the same. This one is my son Edward. He lives just down the lane. And this is Margaret. She has two daughters of her own now.Grace looked at Arthur. They both did.I am sorr y for your loss, Grace finally said.Mrs. Audley swallowed, but she did not seem to be near tears. Thank you. She turned then, and took Graces hand in hers. Jack is in his uncles study. At the far end of the hall, on the right. Go to him.Graces lips parted.Go, Mrs. Audley said, even more softly than before.Grace felt herself nod, and before shed had time to consider her actions, she was already in the hall, hurrying down toward the end.To the door on the right.Jack? she said softly, pushing the door open a few inches.He was sit down in a chair, facing the window, but he turned quickly and stood at the sound of her voice.She let herself in and closed the door gently behind her. Your aunt said He was right there. Right there in front of her. And then her back was against the door, and he was kissing her, hard, fast, and dear God thoroughly.And then he stepped away. She couldnt breathe, she could barely stand, and she knew she could not have put together a sentence if her life had depended on it.Never in her life had she wanted anything as much as she wanted this man.Go to bed, Grace.What?I cannot resist you, he said, his voice soft, haggard, and everything in between.She reached toward him. She could not help it.Not in this house, he whispered.But his eyes burned for her.Go, he said hoarsely. Please.She did. She ran up the stairs, found her room, and crawled between her sheets.But she shivered all night.She shivered and she burned.