Redemption of a Fallen Woman (23 page)

‘I fought side by side with those men, shared all manner of hardship with them. It creates a bond like no other. I cannot think that one of them would have done such a thing.’

‘It
is
hard to believe,’ admitted Harry. ‘But I’ve a strong suspicion that if we discover who took the ring we’ll eventually find out who perpetrated this plot as well.’

‘You’ve been put to a great deal of trouble on my account, Harry. I can only apologise for it.’

‘You’re alive. That’s what matters.’

‘I feel so completely out of touch with everything and there’s so much I want to know.’

‘Dine with us tonight and I can tell you.’

Jamie smiled faintly. ‘Us?’

‘I’m married now.’

‘Good Lord! Congratulations!’

Harry returned the smile. ‘Thank you.’

‘May I ask the lady’s name?’

‘Elena. You met her briefly.’

‘Not that lovely creature I saw earlier?’

‘The same. If my wits hadn’t gone begging I’d have introduced you properly.’

‘Well, you’d had quite a shock.’ Jamie eyed him curiously. ‘When did all this come about?’

‘A few months ago.’

‘And you dragged your new bride the length of Spain on my account? I’m mortified.’

‘It’s not as you might imagine.’ Harry grinned. ‘I didn’t meet Elena until I arrived in this country.’

‘A whirlwind romance?’

‘In a manner of speaking. It’s another long story too.’

‘I can’t wait to hear this.’

He sat in silent astonishment as Harry related the essential facts regarding his meeting with and marriage to Elena. He omitted the personal detail, those things he would not share with anyone save her. All the same it was a lively and entertaining account and by the end of it Jamie’s eyes gleamed.

‘You’re a dark horse, Harry, and no mistake.’

‘You’re a fine one to talk.’

‘I suppose I asked for that.’ Jamie grinned. ‘All the same I’m sincerely pleased for you. She sounds like a marvellous girl.’

‘She is, in every way.’

‘The uncle is a double-dyed villain though. I’d like to run him through.’

‘I’m before you there,’ said Harry. ‘Or I would be if it were acceptable to slay one’s relations.’

‘He ought to be the exception that proves the rule.’

‘Undoubtedly. As it is, he escapes unscathed. Fortunately we shan’t meet again in all likelihood.’

‘Good riddance.’

‘Enough about him. We have more important things to talk about.’

‘Agreed.’ Jamie paused. ‘I can’t tell you how good it is to see you, Harry. I feel better than I have for a long time.’

‘Do your injuries still pain you?’

‘Most of it is superficial. The leg’s a nuisance, but it’ll heal eventually.’

Looking at his brother’s relative pallor, Harry guessed there was a lot more that Jamie wasn’t saying but he didn’t probe. If Jamie wanted him to know he’d tell him. Just then it was enough to know his brother was alive. Now that the first shock was over, it had been replaced by delight and a rising sense of excitement. He tried to imagine the reaction at Castonbury when they heard the news. Their father would be beside himself with joy and the black cloud that had hung over the future would be lifted at last. Of course, there was the matter of fraud to be exposed too, but that would keep for now.

‘I’d like you to meet Elena. May I fetch her?’

‘The sooner the better,’ replied Jamie. ‘I cannot wait to make her acquaintance.’

Harry stepped out into the corridor where he found Jack and Concha, waiting at a discreet distance. They greeted him with wide smiles.

‘Doña Elena has told us the glad news, my lord,’ said Concha. ‘I am truly most happy for you and for your family.’

Jack nodded. ‘Concha speaks for us both, my lord.’

‘Thank you,’ replied Harry. ‘Though I suspect I have the monopoly on that emotion at present.’

‘If this don’t beat all, eh?’

‘Indeed.’ Harry glanced at adjoining door. ‘Is Sanchez still here?’

‘He is that, my lord.’

‘I need to speak to him. In the meantime, Concha, perhaps you’d inform Lady Elena that we shall have a guest to dinner this evening.’

As the two departed, Harry went into the adjoining room where Sanchez waited. For a moment the two men faced each other in silence.

‘Under other circumstances I might be angry with you,’ said Harry. ‘As it is, I find that impossible since my brother has been restored to me safe and well.’

‘I regret that the deception was necessary, my lord.’

‘I think my brother could scarcely have chosen a more worthy colleague.’

‘You are gracious.’

‘Not in the least. You have played your part to perfection.’ Harry paused. ‘There’s just one thing more I’d like to know. How came you and he to be in Cádiz together?’

‘It was prearranged.’

‘Am I right in thinking that the two of you have been in contact for some time?’

‘We never lost contact,’ said Sanchez.

Another piece of the puzzle slotted into place in Harry’s mind. ‘You were on the same mission, which is why you disappeared too, after you had reported the accident.’

‘Just so, my lord.’

‘Very neat.’

Sanchez made no reply, merely surveyed him with a level gaze.

‘If I need to speak with you again will I find you the same way?’ asked Harry.

‘Of course.’

‘Then I’ll say farewell for the time being.’

Sanchez inclined his head in acquiescence. Then he headed for the door, pausing briefly on the threshold.
‘Hasta entonces.’
With that he was gone.

Harry was distracted by the sound of a light step and looked up to see Elena. She greeted him with a smile and a warm hug, her excitement barely contained.

‘I’m so pleased for you, Harry. More than I can say.’

He lifted her off the ground and swung her round before bestowing on her a resounding kiss. ‘It’s bloody marvellous, isn’t it?’

‘Never in a million years would I have expected this.’

‘None of us did.’ He grinned and possessed himself of her hands. ‘Come, let me introduce you to my brother.’

Chapter Twenty-Two

W
hen the introductions had been performed, Jamie took her hand and raised it to his lips.

‘This is an honour I did not think to have,’ he said.

Elena smiled. ‘Nor I, my lord.’

‘I had no idea that my brother’s taste was so exquisite.’

‘You have no idea how jealous a husband he is either,’ said Harry, ‘so you’d best have a care.’

Jamie grinned. ‘How on earth did
you
find anything so beautiful? There’s no justice.’

‘I have no complaints to make about my lot.’

‘I should say you haven’t.’ Jamie leaned confidentially towards Elena. ‘I really must relate some of his boyhood adventures. You’ll find them most entertaining.’

Her eyes sparkled. ‘I should like to hear them, my lord.’

‘Such formality is inappropriate between brother and sister. Won’t you just call me Jamie?’

‘If you wish it.’

‘I do wish it. I hope we shall be good friends, you and I.’

Harry uttered a theatrical groan. ‘I’m lost.’

‘I rather think you are, brother.’

‘If you plan to dredge up all the misdemeanours of my youth, I give you fair warning that I shall retaliate in kind.’

Jamie’s expression was indicative of mock dismay. ‘Hmm. Perhaps we might call a truce there.’

Elena eyed them both speculatively. ‘You will do no such thing, for I am determined to hear all these stories, and once I have made up my mind I am not to be dissuaded.’

‘Now you’ve done it,’ said Harry.

‘Can’t you talk her out of it?’

‘Not a hope.’

She laughed. ‘How right you are.’

* * *

When they all met for dinner that evening Elena thought she had never seen Harry look so happy. It positively radiated off him. From time to time she would intercept a glance which only reinforced the impression. While it pleased her to see his joy it also saddened her to know that only others could call it forth. That, it seemed, was beyond her power.

With a determined effort she pushed these gloomy reflections aside, reminding herself that there was much to be thankful for. This outcome was beyond her wildest dreams. Now it had happened she settled down to observe. The longer she spent in their company the more apparent it was that these two men were brothers. They had the same quiet good breeding, the same polished manners, the same charm. They even shared some of the same mannerisms. Harry had once told her he’d looked up to his brother and it was true.

Yet there were differences too. Notwithstanding his obvious physical injuries, there was something about the older man that suggested private sadness, as though the experiences of the past two years had scarred him in other ways. Like Harry he was good at controlling his facial expression but his eyes were more eloquent. There were things that he had not said, events he had not yet recounted. However, they were none of her business. If he chose to tell Harry that was their affair.

It was late when the party broke up. Jamie eventually left them, promising to return on the morrow.

‘You’d better keep your word,’ said Harry, ‘or there’ll be the devil to pay.’

‘Trust me.’

‘I do.’

Jamie turned to Elena. ‘I cannot recall the last time I spent so agreeable an evening. I hope to have the pleasure often repeated.’

‘And I,’ she replied.

‘Until tomorrow, then.’

They went with him to the door of the inn and watched him mount his horse. Then with a final wave he left them.

‘I like your brother very much,’ said Elena as she and Harry strolled back to their room.

‘He likes you, that’s certain.’

‘I’m glad.’ She looked up at him. ‘What an incredible day this has been. I shall never forget it if I live to be a hundred.’

‘Nor I.’

‘I did not believe in miracles, but I have been proved wrong.’

‘I think we were both wrong about that,’ he replied.

‘We have been given more than I ever dreamed possible.’

‘I know what you mean.’

‘If anyone had told me three months ago that things would work out so well I should have called him a liar.’

He drew her closer. ‘You helped to make it happen.’

‘I’m glad of it,’ she replied, ‘and I’m happy for you, Harry.’

‘There’s only one fly in the ointment now, my sweet.’

‘What fly?’

He summarised the relevant part of his conversation with Jamie. Elena was incredulous.

‘You mean to say that Alicia is not his wife?’

‘That’s exactly what I mean to say.’

‘Then the child is not...’

‘The rightful heir? No, he is not.’

‘The woman must be a most accomplished liar to have deceived everyone so well.’

‘Indeed she is, though I suspect she was put up to it.’

‘By whom?’

‘That’s what we need to find out,’ he replied.

‘What a shock this will be for your family.’

‘It’s better that they know the truth as soon as possible. That’s why we shall have to leave for England immediately.’

‘I can see that.’

‘Shall you mind, Elena?’

‘No, of course not.’ She held his gaze. ‘It is the start of a whole new adventure for us.’

‘So it is,’ he replied. ‘The most exciting one yet.’

She knew that any adventure would be acceptable as long as she was with him. If she had only been able to win his heart life would have been perfect.

* * *

In spite of having retired late, Elena woke the next morning with the light. A sideways glance revealed that Harry was still asleep. She watched him for a little while and then, carefully, so as not to disturb him she rose and dressed. Wrapping her shawl about her shoulders she slipped from the room and closed the door quietly behind her.

After that she went to find Concha. As she had hoped the maid was already up and, just then, sitting in the public dining room engaged in quiet conversation with Jack. The room was empty but for the two of them, and, although they were sitting on opposite sides of a table, there was something about their expressions that rendered the little scene strangely intimate. For a moment she felt like an intruder. Then they became aware of her presence. Both reddened a little and rose hurriedly. Concha was first to recover her wits, regarding her mistress with concern.

‘Doña Elena. Is something amiss?’

‘Nothing at all,’ she replied. ‘However, there is something I need to do. Will you come with me?’

Concha nodded. ‘Of course. I will fetch my shawl at once.’

As she hastened away Elena turned to Jack. ‘If my husband asks for me tell him I am gone out but will be back soon.’

‘I will, my lady.’ Jack paused. ‘Am I to tell him where you’ve gone?’

‘No, I’ll do that myself when I return.’

‘Very good, my lady.’

A few moments later Concha reappeared and the two women departed, leaving Jack staring after them in silent bemusement.

* * *

Harry stirred and stretched lazily in a pleasant waking doze. As memory returned he smiled to himself, enveloped in a sense of well-being and contentment. After the uncertainty of recent weeks all was well with the world at last. He turned and reached for Elena, wanting to share the moment. His arm found empty space and a cooling sheet. He came to at once. Propping himself on one elbow he scanned the room swiftly and, finding no sign of her, frowned. A more detailed inspection revealed that her clothing was gone too. Feeling oddly bereft and vaguely disquieted now he rose and dressed in his turn. Then he summoned Jack. An enquiry elicited the message that Elena had left for him. Harry looked at the other man in astonishment.

‘Gone out? At this hour?’

‘Aye, my lord.’

‘And she didn’t say where?’

‘No, my lord. She said she’d explain on her return.’

Harry couldn’t imagine where she might have gone but, feeling reassured to learn that she was attended by Concha, he forbore to question Jack any further. No doubt the mystery would be cleared up in due course. He ran a hand over the bristles on his chin. In the meantime he needed to shave.

* * *

For a little while the two women walked in companionable silence until Elena noticed the covert glances directed her way.

‘What is it, Concha? Is there something on your mind?’

‘Jack has asked me to marry him.’

Elena stared at her. ‘Good gracious! Has he?’ Then, recollecting herself, she hurried on. ‘Not that it’s to be wondered at. He always did seem like a sensible man.’

Concha reddened a little. ‘I think so too.’

‘What did you tell him?’

‘That I would consider his proposal.’

‘I see.’ Elena surveyed her steadily. ‘You like him though.’

‘Yes. I didn’t at first...well, not much anyway, but he has grown on me since then.’

‘I had a strong suspicion he liked you.’

‘He says he loves me.’

The words caused a pang of something very like envy. Elena forced it down. ‘Then if you both feel the same why should you hesitate?’

‘I said that I could not think of marrying him until you are safely settled in your new home.’

‘Concha, you have devoted years of your life to my welfare. It’s time to think of your own happiness.’

‘Jack says he doesn’t mind waiting. Besides, I think it will be a wrench for him to leave His Lordship’s service.’

‘Is he planning to do so?’

‘He means to set up in business.’

Elena’s eyes widened. ‘What manner of business?’

‘A coaching inn, he says.’

‘How exciting.’

‘He has the means to do it. Apparently the war was not a total disaster, financially at least.’

‘Shall you like living in a coaching inn?’

‘The idea is not without appeal. I have the necessary domestic knowledge, and Jack is a good organiser. He was an army sergeant before so he’ll be able to deal with staff, and he knows a lot about horses too.’

‘You’ll make a perfect team.’

Concha nodded. ‘I think we might.’

‘If it’s what you want you have my blessing.’

‘Thank you.’

‘Has Jack spoken to His Lordship yet?’

‘He will not, until he has my answer.’

‘Then I will say nothing either. It will be our secret for now.’

They lapsed into silence again, each rapt in thought. The conversation had given Elena much food for thought. While she was pleased for Concha the emotion was also tinged with sadness because with her went the last connection to Spain. Concha had been like her right arm for so long that it was hard to imagine being without her. Adversity had drawn them close so that in many ways she had been more like a sister than a servant. Losing her would be hard indeed.

Elena pulled herself up sharply. If anyone deserved happiness it was Concha. Jack was a good man. He had proved his worth many times over and he would no doubt make a fine husband. She had won his heart besides. Elena was tempted to ask how it was done. If there was a secret she didn’t have it. Harry might care for her, but it was Belén he loved.

These thoughts occupied her until she reached her destination and stopped outside an imposing building. Concha regarded the church with undisguised astonishment.

‘Is this the place, Doña Elena?’

‘Yes, this is the place.’

Now that she was here Elena felt unexpectedly nervous and she hesitated. Concha eyed her quizzically.

‘Are you all right? You look a little pale.’

‘It’s just that, having turned my back on the Tenant for so long, it feels like a real cheek to turn up at His house out of the blue like this.’

‘Well, I suppose you could have sent a note beforehand,’ said Concha, ‘but since the Tenant is reputed to be omniscient that would seem to be unnecessary.’

Elena smiled wryly. ‘A fair point.’

‘Besides, if we’re not wanted here I expect He’ll make His displeasure known.’

‘Lightning bolts?’

‘Possibly.’

‘I think I’ll risk it,’ said Elena. ‘Seriously though, if you’d prefer to wait here I’ll understand. You don’t have to come in.’

‘Actually I think I do.’

‘Right, then.’ Elena took a deep breath. ‘Ready?’

‘Ready.’

Elena pushed open the door and together they went inside.

* * *

Harry was beginning to feel concerned. The two women had been gone over an hour and there was still no sign of them. He was about to send Jack out to look when Elena entered the private parlour. Relief replaced anxiety.

‘I was starting to worry,’ he said. ‘Are you all right?’

‘Of course. Did you not receive my message?’

‘I did, but that was a while ago.’

‘I didn’t mean to cause you anxiety.’

He hesitated, wanting to ask her where she’d been but fearing to sound like a domineering husband. Elena took off her shawl and bestowed a kiss on his cheek. He slid an arm about her waist.

‘I missed you.’

‘I missed you too,’ she replied, ‘but I had to go out. It was important.’

‘What was important, sweetheart?’

‘I went to church.’

For a moment or two his expression registered blank astonishment. He’d thought of half a dozen possible explanations for her absence but none had even come close.

‘Church?’

‘It was time.’

He recovered his wits. ‘If you felt it to be so, then it undoubtedly was.’

‘I have been angry about the past for long enough, Harry. The events of recent weeks have made me see that clearly. I wanted to let go of it once and for all, but in order to do that I needed to make my peace with God.’

‘You don’t have to explain yourself to me, my sweet.’

‘I know, but I want to all the same. Apart from Concha you are the only person who can truly understand.’

‘An unorthodox trinity if ever there was one, but I’m proud to be part of it.’

‘I want to make you proud.’

‘You already do, in every way.’

‘We have so much to be thankful for and so much to look forward to. There’s no place for negative emotion.’

‘You’re right, there isn’t.’ He sighed. ‘It’s like a bad habit and just as hard to break.’

‘But it can be broken—if we want it enough.’

‘You never had anything to reproach yourself for.’

‘Neither do you, Harry, and I think it’s time you realised it.’ Her gaze locked with his. ‘What happened in Badajoz wasn’t your fault. It was a chain of extraordinary circumstances that led to tragedy.’