"I"ll be fine. Hurry. "Tis imperative that John leave tonight with my reply. And Rory," Christy called after him, "don"t mention the bairn."
Rory looked as if he wanted to demand an explanation but Christy"s stoic expression must have changed his mind. He strode from the hall with undue haste.
"Yer a smart la.s.s," Calum said. "I want no trouble with the Macdonalds. Dinna tell anyone about our pact. Feuding among ourselves isna a good thing right now."
Christy agreed. She had no intention of telling her clansmen about the terrible lies she had told Sinjun.
John Coachman looked dead on his feet when he entered the hall. He stood before Christy with hat in hand, looking for all the world like he considered Highlanders little more than savages. Christy handed him the packet of folded papers and bid him to leave immediately for London.
"Immediately, milady?" John asked, clearly stunned.
"Aye, John. I know you"re tired, but it"s imperative that my reply to his lordship"s letter reach him without delay."
"Aye, milady," John said wearily.
"Rory, fill John"s knapsack with food to take with him on his journey."
"I"ll see the man off myself," Calum put in.
While Calum was seeing John off, Rory returned to the hall. "What"s the meaning of this, Christy? I smell something rotten. What"s Calum doing here?
Margot shouldna have left you alone with him."
"Margot is with Niall," Christy explained.
"What did Sinjun say? Does he know about his bairn?"
"He will as soon as he receives my letter," Christy said cryptically. "But don"t look for him to return to Glenmoor any time soon."
Rory gave her a speculative look. "What are ye up to, Christy? I see Calum"s fine hand in this. What did he tell ye to make ye send Sinjun"s messenger out in the middle of the night?"
""Tis hardly the middle of the night," Christy scoffed. "Trust me in this, Rory. I know what I"m doing."
"I hope so, Christy, I surely hope so."
Christy paced nervously, aware that Calum had gone to the stables with John, probably filling his ears with falsehoods about the close relationship between Calum and his lordship"s wife.
Mansfield Place, London "b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l, Sinjun," Julian said, giving Sinjun a thorough inspection. "I hardly recognize you. What have you done to yourself? I"ve never seen you looking so healthy. Good G.o.d, man, your muscles are positively bulging. What have you done to yourself?"
"Working out-of-doors, mostly," Sinjun allowed. "I had to do something to relieve the boredom. New clothing is being made for me as we speak."
"Tell me about the unrest in the Highlands you mentioned, in the only letter you saw fit to send me."
"The Cameron chieftain is preaching rebellion, but I doubt anything will come of it."
"Tell me about Christy. Obviously you found Sir Oswald"s claim about your wife"s pregnancy false. Doesn"t surprise me, after learning the extent of Sir Oswald"s dishonesty."
"Sir Oswald was telling the truth," Sinjun said.
Julian"s jaw dropped. "The devil you say!"
Sinjun grinned. His explanation was going to shock his brother. Julian had been called away to his country estate on Sinjun"s return to London, and he had just returned today. Sir Oswald"s trial was to start tomorrow, and Sinjun hadn"t had the opportunity until now to tell Julian about Christy and his impending fatherhood. Gleefully he launched into the tale that seemed more fiction than truth.
At the end of the telling, Julian plopped down into the nearest chair and stared at Sinjun. ""Tis an astounding story, Sinjun. Nearly beyond belief." He shook his head. "Seduced by your own wife."
""Tis the truth, Julian, I swear it. Christy posed as Lady Flora in London." He wagged his head. "Can you imagine? I was besotted with my own wife. Christy carries my child. The birth was imminent when you ordered me back to London. I had every intention of telling you to go to h.e.l.l and remaining at Glenmoor until after the birth of my child, but Christy talked me into leaving."
"You? A father? That"s going to take some getting used to. So that"s what kept you in Scotland all these months. You could have written," he chided.
"I wanted to surprise you. Besides, the roads were impa.s.sable during the winter months. You"re lucky your letter ordering me home arrived without mishap."
"What does the future hold for you now, Sinjun? Christy tricked you into giving her a child, can you live with that? You continually surprise me. I would think you"d be as angry as h.e.l.l."
"I was d.a.m.n angry ... at first," Sinjun admitted. "But Christy and I arrived at an understanding. I couldn"t remain angry forever, could I? I know the child is mine regardless of how it was conceived. I"m waiting for John Coachman to return from the Highlands, hopefully with news of my child"s birth."
"Are you sure you"re ready to abandon your sinful life and become a husband and father?"
Sinjun studied his hands. Obviously Julian and Christy harbored the same doubts. "Do you think I"m incapable of settling down?"
Julian pushed his fingers through his hair, his doubts clearly displayed upon his handsome face. "I just don"t know, Sinjun. You"ve shown no signs of settling down in the past."
"I"m going to give it a b.l.o.o.d.y good try. I intend to return to the Highlands after the trial. I want to see my child."
Julian rose and helped himself to the brandy. He filled two snifters and handed Sinjun one. "What about the unrest you spoke of?"
"I can handle it," Sinjun replied, sipping appreciatively of the amber liquid. "The Cameron chieftain is a troublemaker. He"s power hungry."
"By G.o.d, you sound like a changed man," Julian said, clapping Sinjun"s shoulder-the injured shoulder, the one still bearing a livid scar. Sinjun flinched and cried out. Julian"s hand dropped abruptly. "What happened? Were you injured?"
""Tis nothing."
"Sinjun," Julian chided sternly. "As head of this family "tis my right to know these things."
"Did anyone ever tell you you"re a meddling fool?"
"You have, plenty of times. Spit it out, Sinjun."
"If you must know, Calum Cameron took it into his head to rid the world of an Englishman. His arrow found my shoulder. Fortunately it wasn"t serious. As you can see, I made a complete recovery."
"I don"t like this, Sinjun."
"Do you think I do?"
"Why didn"t you report the attack to the English garrison at Inverness?"
"I was going to, as soon as I recovered. Then your letter arrived and there wasn"t time. I"ll stop there on my way back."
"I"ll send a few stouthearted Englishmen along with you. No sense taking chances with your life."
"We"ll see," Sinjun replied with little enthusiasm.
Emma hurried away from the study door Julian had left ajar, her ears still ringing with what she had heard. Lady Flora wasn"t Sinjun"s mistress, she was his wife, and she was very near to delivering his heir. The news left her stunned. She"d wondered why Sinjun had gone charging off to Scotland without a word of explanation. She was part of the family, after all, and had a right to know what was happening with her own brother.
She hurried to her room just as the door to the study swung open and Sinjun strode through on his way out the front door.
Sir Oswald"s three-day trial went well. Julian"s scrutiny of the ledgers, which showed blatant discrepancies, and Sinjun"s testimony, which included first-hand knowledge of the levies Sir Oswald had raised to fill his own coffers, provided sufficient evidence to convict him of fraud and theft. He was stripped of his wealth and property and sentenced to fourteen years of hard labor as a bonded servant in the colonies. He was imprisoned on one of the floating hulks in London pool until transportation could be arranged. Everything Sir Oswald owned was given to Sinjun in rest.i.tution for his loses.
Sinjun spent several days closeted with Julian and his man of business after the trial. For the first time in his recollection he now had a clear picture of his wealth, and it was considerable.
"Things should run smoothly while I"m gone," Julian said once they were alone.
"You"re leaving again? What about Emma? You know I intend to return to Scotland and won"t be around to see to her welfare."
"Aunt Amanda has agreed to move into Mansfield Place during my absence."
"She"s an old woman, Julian. She"s no match for our high-spirited Emma."
"When I made my plans, I counted on you being here to squire them about."
"Must you leave now? What mysterious mission calls you away this time?"
Julian"s expression turned deliberately obtuse. "I don"t know what you"re talking about. There is nothing mysterious about being called away on business. I shouldn"t be gone more than a fortnight. How much mischief can Emma get into in a fortnight?"
"You have no idea," Sinjun said, rolling his eyes. "Be careful, Julian. I don"t know what you"re involved in, but whatever it is, you"re not indestructible."
Julian sent Sinjun a sardonic smile. "I"ll try to remember. In any event, I"ll be around a few days yet."
Sinjun was at his own townhouse several hours later when an unexpected caller arrived. Emma was shown into the house, demanding to speak to Sinjun. When she burst into his chamber without knocking, he knew she was angry.
"I tried to stop her, milord," the long suffering butler said as he followed in her wake.
"It"s all right, Pemburton, I"ll see my sister."
"Very good, milord," Pemburton said. His tall, thin frame remained rigidly erect as he exited the chamber and closed the door behind him.
"Well, hoyden, what"s on your mind? You didn"t come alone, did you? You know what a stickler Julian is for propriety."
"I did come alone, Sinjun," Emma said. "What Julian doesn"t know won"t hurt him. He"d keep me under lock and key if he could. I"m a woman, Sinjun, not a child."
Sinjun"s eyebrows quirked upward. He hadn"t given enough attention to Emma. Julian had tried to compensate for Sinjun"s shortcomings by attempting to suppress Emma"s exuberant nature and natural penchant for mischief.
"Sit down, Emma," he invited, "and tell me what"s troubling you. Are you angry with Julian?"
"I"m d.a.m.n angry with both of you," Emma retorted.
"Emma, watch your language," Sinjun warned.
"I can"t help it, Sinjun. You don"t know what it"s like being kept in the dark all the time. I am a member of this family."
"What in G.o.d"s name are you talking about? Are you in some kind of trouble?"
"I"m not allowed to get into trouble," Emma said flippantly. "This has nothing to do with me. Not directly, anyway."
"Why don"t you tell me what"s bothering you."
"Why didn"t you tell me why you went to Scotland? You let me believe Lady Flora was your mistress when she was really your wife."
Stunned, Sinjun stared at Emma. "How did you find out?"
"I overheard your conversation with Julian today."
"You were eavesdropping?"
"How else am I going to learn anything?"
"You"ve grown up," Sinjun said, suddenly seeing Emma in a way he"d never seen her before.
She was nineteen, deliciously curved and beautiful. He wondered how he had failed to see that she was no longer a child. Like all the Thorntons, her hair was thick and black, her eye-lashes long and curly. Her features were cla.s.sic. If she had a flaw it was her lips, which were full and lush, not at all acceptable by normal standards. Her eyes, especially when she was angry, were remarkably expressive. Unlike both his and Julian"s midnight blue eyes, Emma"s were a distinctive violet. Vaguely he wondered why, with her looks and generous dowry, she hadn"t found an acceptable young man to marry.
"I"m surprised you noticed," Emma said with scathing sarcasm. "In any event, I"m old enough to know about Lady Flora. Or should I say Christy Macdonald? She"s expecting your child, is she not?"
There was no help for it. Emma deserved an answer. "Until my recent visit to Glenmoor, I had no idea Lady Flora was Christy, my wife," he began. Then the whole story came tumbling out in a rush of words. Emma listened raptly, and when he was done, she clapped her hands, obviously delighted.
"You love Christy, Sinjun, admit it!"
Sinjun felt as if his world had just tipped. Love? He knew nothing about love. "I truly don"t know. I do know that I"m anxious to return to Glenmoor. I wrote to Christy and expect an answer at any time. I told her that I plan to return to her as soon as my business here is finished. I"m anxious, of course, to see my child."
Emma studied Sinjun through a fringe of ebony lashes. "Since I was a little girl, I"ve heard gossip about Lord Sin, his escapades, and his women. Women swoon at the mention of your name and men envy you. All my friends who visited did so with the hope they would catch a glimpse of you. Christy must be an amazing woman to tame Lord Sin. I know your temper. I"m surprised you forgave her her lies. It wasn"t well done of Christy to trick you into giving her a child."
Sinjun surprised himself by blushing. Young ladies weren"t supposed to be knowledgeable about s.e.xual matters. "Where did you learn such things?"
"For heaven"s sake, Sinjun, I"m not stupid. Julian has never denied me any of the books in his library. I know more than you give me credit for."
"Enough!" Sinjun exclaimed. "I don"t want to hear my innocent sister talking like that. "Tisn"t proper."
"Just tell me one thing, Sinjun," Emma said, rising and smoothing her skirts down. "Do you intend to remain in Scotland the rest of your life with Christy and your child?"
"Good Lord, no!" Sinjun blurted out. "I"m hoping to convince Christy to spend at least part of the year in London. I was surprised, however, that I enjoyed the Highlands as much as I did, but I can"t see myself staying there forever. I don"t want my heir raised among Scotsmen who despise the English. My son is going to have all the advantages I did as a child."
"Thank you for confiding in me," Emma said, heading for the door. "And in the future, try to remember I"m part of the family."
"Lord Derby, John Coachman has returned from the Highlands," Pemburton called through the door seconds before Emma reached it.
Sinjun hurried past her and flung open the door. "Is he still below?"
"Aye, my lord, he"s in the kitchen. He"s nearly prostrate with exhaustion. He asked me to give you this." Pemburton handed Sinjun several folded sheets of paper.
"Thank you, Pemburton. Ask John to await me in the kitchen. I"d like to speak to him personally after I"ve read my wife"s letter."