Chapters (50)
- Cover
- Dedication
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- The Pengarron Sagas
- The Harvey Family Sagas
The voice had a similarity to Morgan Kinver’s and for an instant Cordelia thought she must have conjured him up across land and air to this very place. However, Morgan would never speak to her so condescendingly, be so personal.
She looked up slowly, irritated and insulted. Who was this man who had the impertinence to address her so?
‘Madam, or is it miss? Forgive my audacity for speaking to you without being introduced. My name is George Spears, you may have heard of me. I am here to call upon Sir Oliver and Lady Pengarron. I have been instructing their daughter, Mrs Timothy Lanyon, on how to perfect her portraits. We are all to dine here on the morrow. I have the habit of exploring a location before the host shows me about, so I may pick an ideal spot myself for a sitting rather than one that’s pressed on me, which is usually totally unsuitable.’
George Spears swept his soft pale hands about as if he was conducting a slow symphony. ‘You would be just the very thing for Mrs Lanyon, just there, precisely how you are. We shall demonstrate for her when the time comes. And who might you be?’
Cordelia felt the greatest rage of her life boil up in her. Of all the rudest, insufferable braggarts in the world, this white-haired individual was the biggest of them all.
‘I don’t care who you are, and who I am is none of your business. Sir Oliver would certainly not approve of you tramping over his property without the courtesy of being invited. He and Lady Pengarron are abroad. Mrs Lanyon is a fool if she accepts anything you say about her art work. I doubt if you could teach her anything worthwhile. Now go away, I do not wish for your company for another second.’
Kane was leaning on his crutches, gazing into the meandering stream that ran down through his land. He was debating what to do about his mother and his father-in-law.
If only Jessica had not asked Clem if he was having an affair with his mother, he would not now have the awesome duty of deciding what to do about it. Clem may not have actually admitted it, but there were too many signs for he and Jessica to believe otherwise.
Telling his father was out of the question, blood might be spilled and the whole family would be destroyed. Should he approach his mother? How does one mention such a sensitive thing? Should he show the anger he felt, or the understanding? Her affair with Clem was not the usual kind of sordid thing. Surely, he must confront Clem? It was his duty. He had no other choice. He must warn Clem that he would not be welcome again at Vellanoweth if he intended to see his mother. The affair, the madness had to end.