The Lady Seals Her Fate (The Langley Sisters #5) (21 page)

“We will deal with the other one also, Alex. You go and find Hannah,” Will said. Alex could only nod.

They walked down the lane and back toward where they had left their horses. Alex inhaled deeply as he felt the sun on his face once more.

“Breathe again, Alex.” He did as Finn asked, and took the handkerchief Ben offered to wipe the blood from his fists.

“Stop now, and let me look at you.” Finn fiddled with his necktie, Ben wiped the sleeve of his jacket and did something with his hair, and he let them. Suddenly, he was exhausted. The emotion that had been riding him had drained away, and he felt almost weak.

“Easy now, Alex. This is natural after such an incident; your strength will return in minutes. Walk to his left, Ben, and I shall take the right.”

They chatted over his head, nodded when they encountered anyone, and by the time Alex was mounted, he felt his body return to normal.

“Remind me not to threaten Hannah,” Ben said. “I have never seen you in such a rage, brother.”

“I don’t remember parts of it, I just remember the blind fury that he had dared to harm her, and do what he had to Jacobs in front of her. If you had not pulled me from him, I would have killed him.”

“’Tis a natural reaction when you care deeply for someone,” Finn said. “Remember my behavior when I was coming to that realization with Phoebe?”

“The drunken episode.” Ben snorted.

Alex remembered the day the twins had found their brother lying face down, drunk, after he had made a mess of things with Phoebe, before they had wed. They had never seen him that way before.

“Love makes fools of sane men,” Ben said. “But it will never do so to me.”

“We shall see,” Finn said. Alex, however, said nothing.

He rode home with his mind working through what must be done. Once there, he collected what he would need to travel light. Ben stayed with him, so he packed enough for him also. Finn went home to be with Phoebe after giving his brothers hugs and telling them to stay safe and send word the minute they found her.

A messenger arrived as they were preparing to leave his lodgings.

“’Tis word from Luke. A lady matching Hannah’s description hired a carriage in the early hours of the morning. The driver said to the stable boy that their destination was Bristol.”

“It could be a trick on her part,” Alex said, swinging himself into the saddle. “But we shall ask en route; someone will have seen her.”

He would have her by nightfall, and he would put his faith in his friends to deal with the bastard who was behind everything. With his brother at his side, Alex left London, determined not to stop until he had located Hannah.

“I wish to procure a room for the night, if you please.” Hannah looked at the proprietor. “Also to purchase a ticket on the morning’s stage.”

“All alone are you?” The woman placed a hand on the counter and peered left and right.

“Indeed I am,” Hannah said, keeping the smile on her face. “I’m a governess, and journeying to my next position in Bristol.”

The day had been a long one. She had made the driver take several different routes and double back, much to his disgust, and he now believed she was quite mad. She had stopped at each posting house they encountered and given a different name, but finally she had found the location she would stop at for the night. The stage came through this village and the next one would be there tomorrow morning. Hannah would be on it.

The woman sucked in air through the gap made by a missing front tooth as she contemplated Hannah. Her face was flushed pink and sweaty, her cap crooked, and she wore a woolen shawl even though the day was warm. The scent emanating from her was earthy and while Hannah did not believe herself a snob, she understood the benefits of soap and water and the liberal use of both. Just a brisk wash with a cloth, and a person looked and smelled a great deal better.

“Governess, you say.” The woman passed her eyes over Hannah, starting with her deep blue velvet bonnet and then her matching coat. She could get no further than her knees, as the counter blocked her view. “It must pay you well then.”

“I make my own clothes,” Hannah said quickly.

“Well don’t we all, lovey, however not many of us have such fine cloth to make ’em with.”

“My dearest friend is a seamstress, and dresses us both from clothes people do not want. It saves us a great deal of money,” Hannah said, wondering when she had become so proficient at lying. It seemed to roll off her tongue as easy as breathing, which should be disturbing, yet was not considering her life had turned on its head in just a few days. A man had been murdered before her eyes; she’d made love to Alex and then run from her family. It would take a lot to distress her further now.

Don’t think about it, Hannah
, she reminded herself. No good could come of reliving every wonderful minute of the night she had spent with Alex. Was he aware she had left?

“Is that so?” The woman braced an arm on the counter as if she was settling in for a nice chat. “Does she work in one of those London places, where the nobs only wear one dress and then discard it?”

“Indeed she does.” Hannah focused on the woman so she did not have to think about what she had lost this day. “Madame Al-Alana’s to be exact. Wonderful place,” Hannah added. “The best in London.”

“I’ve not heard of Madame Alana’s, only the House of Monique,” the woman said, as if she was an expert on all matters pertaining to fashion. “Heard the ton get their dresses made there.”

“No indeed.” Hannah waved her hand about. “The House of Monique’s clothes are hideous and terribly outdated.”

“Well I never,” the woman said. “You certainly look lovely in that blue.”

“Thank you, it is one of my favorite colors and the velvet so soft.” Hannah held out the edge of her coat and the woman rubbed it between her fingers.

“Oooh, it is grand.”

“Do you have a room free for this evening, Mrs…?” Hannah attempted to refocus the woman’s attention to what she needed.

“Name’s Letty, dear, and I go by no other name.”

“And I am Heather, Letty.”

“You talk as a governess should, Heather.” Letty leaned closer to study her. “All proper like.”

“My mother was a ladies’ maid, and w-we lived in a great house and I grew up with the daughter, and we had lessons together.”
Mother of God, Hannah, be quiet.

“Aye, well that makes a deal of sense then. Now you come with me, Heather, and I’ll get you nice and settled and you can have dinner with me and the family. It’d be nice to hear some news from London in that posh voice of yours. It’ll be like sharing my table with royalty.”

“Oh I don’t want to intrude,” Hannah said. In fact, what she wanted was a tray in her room, where she would sit in solitude and mourn what she had lost.

“Won’t be intruding, Heather, and I’ll not take no from you.”

“Well then,” she said when nothing else came to her. Gripping her bags, she followed Letty’s faded brown skirts as they swayed left and right up the stairs. Her room overlooked the courtyard and had a bed big enough for two, a small chair, table, and washbasin. “I shall be most obliged to you for sharing your table with me,” Hannah added, because there was little else she could do, and the prospect of spending time in solitude was not a pleasant one, for all that had been her intention.

“Oh this is lovely, thank you so much, Letty,” Hannah lied, looking around the small space at the dust and dirt and the cracked mirror hanging crooked on the wall. “I shall be most comfortable here until the stage comes tomorrow.”

“We’ll be eating shortly, so you get yourself settled and come downstairs.”

Hannah nodded and Letty left the room, closing the door behind her. She took off her bonnet, coat, and gloves, placing them neatly over the chair. Pulling back the covers, she smelt damp, so pulled them back up and decided to sleep on the top with her coat for a blanket.

A wave of misery swept over her as she looked in the small cracked mirror to tidy her hair. She had been gone less than a day and already missed Alex and her family dreadfully. Was this to be her life? Would she long for them every day, or would that ease given time?

“But at least they are safe,” she reminded herself.

Leaving the room, she made her way downstairs, but could find no sign of Letty. Entering the taproom, she found it filled with customers, some of whom she was sure would be joining her on the stage tomorrow. After a quick survey, Hannah was relieved to see no familiar faces. There was always the possibility of meeting someone she knew, but she would deal with that it if happened.

“Good day to you.”

Startled to be addressed by a man she had not been introduced to, Hannah nodded. “Good day.”

“Are you travelling on the stage tomorrow?”

“Yes, I am.” Where was Letty? She would ask the barkeep if he could direct her to their family quarters.

“My name is Amon Smith, and this is my sister, Sarah.”

“How do you do,” Hannah acknowledged the woman, and then prepared to walk around them.

“If you are travelling alone, please feel free to join us for our meal.”

Unused to receiving this type of offer from perfect strangers, Hannah felt totally at sea. Normally she was with her father and several servants, at the very least a maid, and people did not approach her.

“Thank you kindly for your offer, but I have made other arrangements.” Hannah bobbed a curtsey and moved on. Should she go back to her room or attempt to find Letty? The prospect of others wanting to talk with her was not exactly daunting, but as she had no wish to continue with her lies unless necessary, Hannah thought her room the safest place.

“Ma says to show you the way.”

A young boy appeared at her side, and looking down at him Hannah saw he had the look of his mother about him, and the grubby unwashed air, but for all that he had a sweet smile.

“Excellent. I am quite hungry,” Hannah admitted, and surprisingly she was. Running away from home was obviously hard work.

The little inn was in need of paint, but the smells coming from the room she was approaching made her stomach rumble. Pushing open the door, the boy waved her through and Hannah came to a stop. Seated at the table were five people. Letty and her husband, who she introduced as Bill, a big, beefy-looking man with wisps of snow-white hair. His eyebrows matched and he was waving a chicken leg about while talking. Beside him was a woman about Hannah’s age, and beside her a young girl. Letty was on the other side, beside a young boy.

“Heather, come and take a seat beside me, and Jim next to you.”

“I will, thank you, and this is most kind of you all to allow me, a stranger, to share your table.”

Bill laughed, a loud guffaw sound that seemed to bounce off the walls. “Do you hear them manners, my heathens? That is how the nobs do it.”

“Oh now, really I’m not a—”

“Don’t you pay my Jim no heed, Heather. He’s the biggest heathen of us all,” Letty said, smiling at her husband.

They loved each other, Hannah realized. As the meal progressed, she saw that these wonderful people all cared about each other deeply. Their table manners made her shudder, and considering she shared a table with her sister, who had been and sometimes still could be a heathen, that was saying a great deal.

They talked over the top of each other, stole food off each other’s plates, and talked with their mouths open. Hannah watched a large dollop of gravy settle on Jim’s chin, wobble, then fall to the tablecloth, which was now hopelessly soiled.

“Will you read to us, Heather, once we’ve eaten Ma’s pudding?”

The request came from the youngest child, Emma. She held her own admirably among the rest of the family, and even elbowed her sister to one side for the last portion of potato.

“I… ah, well, I suppose if you wish me too,” Hannah said, wondering what she could read them, but knowing that she wanted to repay their generosity in some small way.

The table was cleared, the cloth whisked away, and Jim lit up his pipe and the two youngest sat on his knee, while Joanne, the eldest child, collected the book. Hannah looked at the homely setting and felt a deep ache in her stomach. She wanted this: a family, children, and a husband to love, but in all likelihood would not get it. She thought of Alex. He would be a wonderful father, but who would be his wife?

“What has put that sad look on your face, lass?”

Jim was looking at her as if he could read Hannah’s thoughts. His children were playing on his lap, doing something with their hands, and she knew this was a nightly routine, and was pleased to have shared it briefly.

“I left someone I love behind in London,” Hannah said before she could stop herself.

“You’ll be reunited again, Heather, you mark my words.”

“I hope so,” Hannah whispered, wishing suddenly she could tell this man her real name.

“True love,” Jim said, taking a deep pull on his pipe before releasing a cloud of spicy smelling smoke, “will not let you go once it has you in its grip, lass. It’s just the way of things. Once you have found it, it’ll always be there, and it won’t happen with another like this one.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because I can tell by your eyes this man is special, lass. He has your heart, and you his. But I can also tell that you have something grave troubling you.”

“Oh, I…” Hannah trailed off, not knowing what to say. The lies appeared to have dried up.

“Everything will work out in the end, Heather, you have my word on that.”

She was saved from further comment by the return of Joanne and Letty. The first with a book titled
Robinson Crusoe
, and Letty with mugs of tea.

She sat there in that warm little parlor with Letty’s family and read the first few chapters. The family sat still and silent, listening. The children even clapped when she changed voices, and for that brief moment she felt as if maybe, just maybe Jim was right and everything would work out right. Tomorrow and two nights hence she may feel different, but right there and then, she believed it would.

After the reading and her tea were finished, Hannah excused herself, thanking them profusely and giving Letty a pair of cream lace gloves. She then made her way upstairs to her room. She lay there listening to the sounds of revelry beneath, and thought how strange it was to feel desperately lonely with so many people just a few feet away.