Love in the Highlands

Lavina took her hand from his, but she had the strange feeling that he released her reluctantly.

She went into the corridor, and once again played the tunes which she loved herself, and which she felt expressed in music what she felt when she was riding, dancing or just looking at the sun.

She knew now that her music spoke to the man she loved, and that the things it told him were vital for them both, and the future.

"You must get well, completely well," she told him in music. "I love you more than I can ever say, except in this music which seems to come down from heaven and not belong to the world."

After a while she thought she would see if he was asleep or awake. She went into the room very quietly and found his eyes closed.

She knelt beside him, praying that he would soon get well, closing her own eyes as she did so. When she opened them she saw him looking at her.

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1. The Cross of Love

2. Love in the Highlands

Barbara Cartland who sadly died in May 2000 at the age of nearly 99 was the world's most famous romantic novelist who wrote 723 books in her lifetime with worldwide sales of over 1 billion copies and her books were translated into 36 different languages.

As well as romantic novels, she wrote historical biographies, 6 autobiographies, theatrical plays, books of advice on life, love, vitamins and cookery. She also found time to be a political speaker and television and radio personality.

She wrote her first book at the age of 21 and this was called Jigsaw. It became an immediate bestseller and sold 100,000 copies in hardback and was translated into 6 different languages. She wrote continuously throughout her life, writing bestsellers for an astonishing 76 years. Her books have always been immensely popular in the United States, where in 1976 her current books were at numbers 1 & 2 in the B. Dalton bestsellers list, a feat never achieved before or since by any author.

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"Love is even more beautiful than all the hills and
lakes of Scotland."

–
Barbara Cartland

The letter was full of warmth and affection.

It seems a long time since we've seen you, Cousin Edward. Much too long, my dear wife says, and I agree with her.

"So do I," the Earl of Ringwood murmured, a smile spreading over his broad, kindly face. "I should like nothing better than to see my family after so long, and Scotland is very beautiful."

When he thought of the splendid highland scenery the walls of his library seemed to crowd in on him, making him long suddenly for wide open spaces.

He loved his magnificent London home, and the life he led there. He enjoyed his place at court, his status as a trusted adviser, almost a friend, to the Queen.

He also enjoyed the fact that his beloved daughter, Lavina, was the belle of the ball wherever she went. Beautiful, fashionable, elegant and superb, she made him burst with pride.

She had already rejected five proposals of marriage, one of them from a Duke. Secretly Lord Ringwood was relieved as, since the death of his beloved wife, four years earlier, Lavina, his only child, was all he had to love.

Their life was here in the centre of glittering society, and they would not change it for the world.

And yet, something about the letter he was reading, with its hint of heather and rivers, mountains and lakes, brought a wistful look to Lord Ringwood's face.

Of course I know that Scotland is a long way from London, wrote his cousin Ian, and you have your duties in attendance on Her Majesty. But I live in hope that one day you and Lavina, who must be grown up by now, will give us the pleasure of a visit.

"It's about time we did," Lord Ringwood agreed, taking up his pen to reply.

But in the same moment the door opened and his butler announced,

"The Duke of Bradwell to see you, My Lord."

Lord Ringwood rose to greet his visitor, delighted, for this was his oldest friend.

"Hello, Bertram," he said. "This is an unexpected pleasure."

The Duke was a tall, elderly man with an upright carriage. Despite his white hair he had an air of health and vigour, but now his face was troubled.

"I came to give you an urgent warning," he said without preamble.

"It must be really urgent to bring you here at this hour," the Earl observed genially. "I know you hate getting up so early."

"I do," agreed the Duke, "but there's trouble ahead, and the sooner you know, the sooner you can act. I would have come last night, but I had a dinner party that I could not miss."

"Sit down," the Duke said, "and tell me the worst."

His easy tone showed that he did not believe that things could really be so bad.

There was a pause before the Duke began:

"I was at Windsor Castle yesterday evening, in attendance on the Queen. After supper we all moved, as usual, into Her Majesty's private room. I expected to discuss the local news and was prepared to be bored, when a messenger arrived with an urgent letter for her.

"She read it through, then said unexpectedly in a sharp voice, 'Another letter asking me to provide a wife for a Balkan Prince, whose country is being threatened by the Russians.'

'I've said many times that I cannot do any more for the Balkans. I have, as you know only too well, provided many English brides to give them alliances with this country.'"

"True enough," the Earl observed. "Who is it this time?"

"Prince Stanislaus of Kadradtz. It's a small place but significant. Herzegovina on one side, Albania on the other. Now they've got Russia breathing down their necks and they expect the Queen to produce a bride, as she has done many times before."

"Well, it's not for nothing that they call Her Majesty 'the Matchmaker of Europe'," observed the Earl.

He smiled as he spoke, but the Duke said,

"You won't smile, old fellow, when I tell you what the Queen has in mind now. Did you know that her great-grandmother was connected with your family?"

"That? Good heavens that was generations ago. We've certainly never preened ourselves on our 'connection with royalty'."

"Unfortunately for you and Lavina, the Queen is counting on it now."

"Lavina?"

At the mention of his beloved daughter the Earl's smile vanished and alarm came into his eyes.

"What are you saying, Bertram? Don't tell me Her Majesty is thinking of marrying Lavina to Prince Stanislaus?"

"She's set on it. There were murmurs of dissent last night. Several of the men there had met the Prince and formed a very poor opinion of him. He's a drunkard, a womaniser, and reputedly violent. But Her Majesty refused to listen. She's made her mind up.

"You know how determined the Queen can be. Once she gives you her order you'll be expected to obey.

"If you defy her you'll lose your position at court, and your life will be made a misery. People have tried to stand out against her before, and have become outcasts in society."

"It's a nightmare," the Earl groaned, dropping his head into his hands. "Whatever can I do? For God's sake, Bertram, tell me how I can save my daughter from being forced to marry this appalling man, and being sent away to a far country, living under the threat of invasion."

"I know, I know!" The Duke replied. "I wouldn't want to send a relation of mine there. I've come here to warn you that you will be summoned to Windsor Castle, so that she can tell you herself."

"Damn it, Bertram, what shall I do?" the Earl demanded.

"I can see only two chances for you. One is to leave the country – although she's quite capable of sending a ship to bring you back, or somehow get your daughter married or engaged, before you get the 'Royal Command'."

"How, in God's name, can I do that?" the Earl asked. "Lavina has already turned down virtually every eligible man in London. We can't go back to them now."

"There's one man who might help you, if he would agree to do so, and that is the Marquis of Elswick. If Lavina is already engaged, even the Queen would not expect her to break off her engagement."

The Earl stared at his friend in astonishment.

"You want Lavina to marry Elswick?" he demanded, aghast. "A hard, cold, unpleasant man, without a shred of human kindness in him?"

"Of course I don't want her to marry him. An engagement will do. It can simply be broken off later, when the Queen has found someone else, or sent the Prince about his business."

"I don't believe my ears," the Earl said. "Old friend, I know you mean this kindly, and I'm grateful for the warning, but you must have windmills in your head even to think of Elswick!

"You know he's always shunned all talk of marriage or engagements, after what happened last time."

"I know his future wife abandoned him at the altar," the Duke agreed, "but that was a long time ago."

"But he has never forgotten it," the Earl said. "He loathes women. His country house is only a mile or so away from mine, and it's common knowledge that he'll hardly have a woman in the place."