"There's going to be trouble sooner or later," Henry Lindley said darkly, "and I'd just as soon be safe at home when it comes."


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For the next few days, India and her brothers forgot that they were grown now, and romped happily together. They hunted and fished. They rowed on the lake. They sat in the gardens of Queen's Malvern talking. They knew it would never be this way again for them. They voiced their sadness over the fact Fortune was not with them, and wondered what would happen to her in the next few months.

"She'll not accept any man she doesn't want," Henry said wisely, and his siblings agreed.

Finally they could delay no longer. It was less than a day's ride over to Oxton Court, and India knew she had to go. A dozen Glenkirk men would escort her before Red Hugh took his troupe north again into Scotland. Charlie Stuart and Henry Lindley rode with their sister. Diarmid and Meggie had gone on ahead the day before to tell the earl of Oxton that his bride would be arriving.

The respite from her travels had done India good. Her brother's servants had fed her and cosseted her for almost a week. Her eyes had lost their lackluster look, and sparkled golden again. She wore a rich blue silk riding outfit, trimmed lavishly in lace, and in cream-and-gold braid. Topping her dark curls was a blue velvet cap with two soft white plumes. She rode astride as she was accustomed to doing, but her full, long skirts were draped modestly to prevent any show of leg above her leather boots.

They left the hour after sunrise, stopping at a small inn to rest themselves and their horses at the midday hour. They reached Oxton Court in early afternoon. Red Hugh had sent a rider on ahead to warn the earl of their impending arrival. On the hill above Oxton, India looked down into the valley where the house was set. It was very beautiful. Her new home was of weathered old brick, the four wings built about a quadrangle. Sheep grazed placidly in the green meadows. She could see her horses browsing contentedly in the verdant pastures. A splash of color on one side of the house indicated gardens. It was a large and lovely old house with a slate roof that obviously had been built around the same time as Queen's Malvern. A small village with a church was clustered at the far end of the valley. India and her party began their descent.

The road wound through lush orchards, whose trees were already heavy with half-grown apples and pears. It was all very peaceful, and a wonderful place to raise children, India thought. Please God, she prayed. Let the earl be a kind man who will allow me to bring my son to live here. I will be a good wife to him, I promise. Just let me regain my wee Rowan again. He is all I have left of Caynan Reis.

They drew nearer to the house, and suddenly, from the courtyard, a man came walking, stopping just past the archway into the quadrangle. She strained to see his face, but the sun was in her eyes. All she could tell was that he was formally dressed in black to greet her. India shivered. What if they did not like each other? What if they could not come to some sort of arrangement? The horses stopped before the man, and, reaching up, he lifted India from her mount. She gazed shyly up at him, and was terrified by what she saw. A long scar ran from his left eye to the left corner of his mouth, and his blue eyes were icy. Unable to help herself, she shivered.

Her brothers had quickly dismounted, and Henry, stepping forward, held out his hand to the earl of Oxton. "I am Henry Lindley, sir, the marquis of Westleigh," he said. Then he drew his younger sibling forward. "And this is my brother, Charles Frederick Stuart, the duke of Lundy. We have brought our sister, Lady India, your bride, home to you, my lord."

Deverall Leigh shook hands with both young men. "I thank you, my lords," he said. "Will you stay the night with us?" He offered India his arm, and began to escort her through the archway into the courtyard.

"Thank you, my lord," Henry spoke for them both, "but we must return to Queen's Malvern so I may go home to Cadby tomorrow."

"You will take a cup of wine with us, though, gentlemen," the earl said. "Oxton Court is known for its hospitality, and I would not want it said I sent my bride's brothers on their way without refreshment."

"Thank you, my lord, we will," Henry replied.

"Ohhh, how lovely!" India exclaimed, her eyes sweeping about the quadrangle, which was lavishly planted with roses, and other flowers of all kinds. There was also a large fountain with a spray of water cooling the courtyard.

"You enjoy gardens, madame?" the earl asked her.

"Oh, yes!" India said, and she forced herself to smile up into that harsh face.

"I am glad then, for the house, and its gardens are yours to do with as you will," the earl responded politely.

They entered the house, and he brought them into the Great Hall, a room of soaring arches from which hung multicolored silk banners that had obviously once been carried into battle. The tall curvilinear windows that lined the hall allowed the golden afternoon light to pour into the room. At one end was a great stone fireplace flanked by lions. The highboard was set to one side of the fireplace, and at the other end of the room was a minstrel's gallery. Servants hurried forth with goblets of wine for all. They smiled shyly at India, who smiled back. The talk revolved about the earl's fine orchards, and he promised to send his two brothers-in-law baskets of both apples and pears after the harvest. India remained silent until the time came for her two brothers to depart.

"I wish you didn't have to go," she murmured softly, her eyes filling with tears.

"Make your peace quickly with the man," Henry said softly as he hugged her. "The scar is a bit frightening, but he doesn't seem a bad fellow." He kissed her on both cheeks. "I'm at Cadby if you need me," he concluded.

Charlie hugged her, too. "Behave yourself, my lady," he teased her with a grin, brushing a tear from her cheek that had, despite her best efforts, slipped from her eye.

"The pot calling the kettle black," she half laughed, kissing him and then swatting at him fondly.

"We're both near," Charlie responded softly, "if you need us, big sister."

And they were gone with her husband, who escorted her brothers from the hall and the house. India stood alone, not knowing what to do, or where to go. The earl had virtually ignored her since her arrival, and she could feel her temper rising. His greeting was hardly a warm one, and he had not spoken more than a dozen words to her. Then she caught herself. Perhaps he, too, was feeling the strain of this situation; meeting his wife for the very first time, wondering if they would like each other. Women were the softer sex, and it was up to her to put him at ease with her so she might be at ease with him.

When Deverall Leigh entered the hall again, India smiled at him. "I am happy to be here at last, my lord," she said pleasantly.

"You are very beautiful," he responded, "but I suppose you have been told that by many men."

"Not really so many if you count my brothers, my uncles, and all the rest of my male kin," India replied with another smile.

"When the king pardoned me, he advised me to seek a younger wife. How old are you, madame?" the earl said.

"I was twenty on the twenty-third of June," India told him. "Why did you not follow the king's advice?"

"Because I wanted you," he told her. "Why is it you were not wed before this, madame? It is said that you are flighty, and yet you chose a man you have never seen to marry. Why is that?"

India felt her temper rising again, but she swallowed it back. He was certainly being candid with her, and so she would be as honest with him. At least to a point. "I did not choose you, my lord. My stepfather, the duke of Glenkirk, chose you. I had refused all other offers that had come to me because they did not suit me. And for your information, I have been married before. A liaison I contracted in Europe when I was with my grandmother. He died, and I will not discuss it further. My stepfather chose you because it was the only offer he had received since my return. He was quite insistent that I be married again before there were no offers at all. Your family is suitable, and since your reputation is somewhat tarnished, the duke thought us an ideal match."

"Indeed," he said softly. God's blood, she was forthright with him, the little bitch; but then, she had always been. His eyes could not get enough of her, for he had always thought her the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. "Frankly, I am relieved you are not a virgin, madame," he told her. "Virgins are always most difficult to deal with, and I have not the patience. Would you like to see your apartments now? Your servants are awaiting you. We shall have to find something to do for Diarmid, however. What is his position?"

"He is my bodyguard," India replied sweetly.

He almost laughed, but refrained from his open amusement. "You will have no need for a bodyguard at Oxton Court, madame," the earl told her, "but as he is your maidservant's husband, you will find him a suitable place in the household. Come!" And, taking her gloved hand in his, he led her from the Great Hall, up the wide staircase, to her new apartments in the south wing of the house.

Meggie curtsied as they entered the room, and then ran forward to take her mistress's gloves, and cap. "Welcome home, my lady!" she said with a smile. " 'Tis so very lovely here, and his lordship has given us our own room for me and Diarmid!"

"I am glad you are content with the arrangement, Meggie," India said to her beaming servant. "Diarmid," she said to Meggie's husband, who was standing respectfully waiting to greet her, "can you write and do your numbers?"

"Aye, my lady, I can," he responded.

"Then you shall be steward of my personal household as the earl assures me I do not need a bodyguard at Oxton," India replied. She turned to her husband. "Does that not solve the problem, my lord?"

"Indeed, madame, quite neatly. You are quick-witted, I am pleased to note. I hope you will pass the trait on to our children." He saw the shadow pass quickly over her face. So quickly that had he not been looking directly at her he would have missed it. "Is everything all right, madame?" he queried her.

"Of course, my lord," she said swiftly.

So the mention of children disturbed her. False bitch! What had she done with their child? And that quick admission of a marriage to a husband dead that she would not discuss. Was he supposed to believe her so distraught with grief that she could not speak of it? Oh, she would pay for her perfidy, he promised himself silently. Then he said to her, "Will you dine with me tonight, madame? A wedding supper of sorts, one might say, after the minister blesses our union."

"Of course," she answered him, but she had longed to refuse. When he had spoken of children, she had wanted to weep with her pain over her son, but how could she have explained such behavior.

"1 will leave you then to rest from your ride," he said, bowing politely and withdrawing from her apartments.

She noted that he went through a small door in the wall, and not out into the hallway. She looked about the salon in which they were standing. It was a lovely room with light wood paneling decorated with gold trim. The large fireplace was flanked with standing angels. The draperies on the window were of a light-blue velvet trimmed with gold braid. The furniture was well polished, the upholstery and floral tapestry fresh, and bright. The floors were covered with Turkey carpets. There were silver candlesticks, and bowls of rose potpourri.

"Ain't it grand?" Meggie declared.

"It is as nice as my own family's houses," India agreed.

"Come see the bedchamber!" Meggie enthused, hurrying to open the door. Diarmid remained discreetly in the salon.

India had to admit she liked her new bedchamber very much. The draperies were her favorite shade of rose velvet, as were the matching bed hangings. The bed itself had an eight-foot headboard of linenfold paneling, and the carved canopy extended on all four sides of the bed. The pillars holding up the canopy were carved with leaves and vines. The bed was made with her own scented linens, featherbed, and pillows. On each side of the bed was a table, and upon each table a silver nightstick and tiny snuffer. The fireplace opposite the bed was flanked on either side with delicate stone deer, a doe and a buck. The andirons were well-polished brass. By the fireplace a comfortable chair had been set, and next to it, a candlestand. A cushioned window seat was built into the large box window to the right of the bed. On the opposite wall was a small refectory table and two straight chairs. The rest of the furniture was the usual carved chests. On the table was a bowl of roses.