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
‘I think you mean someone. You’re thinking of warning off Clem Trenchard? I’d a notion Kane intended to do that. I say, leave it. Trenchard would only see a warning as a statement that he has some sort of power over Father. Things will be different at the baptism of Kane and Jessica’s next child. I’d like the county to see it.’
‘You’re right, Luke, let’s look only to the future and forget the rigours of the past. Before we retire for the night, what say you and I take a ride over to Marazion? I’ve the desire to call at Madame Frances Nansmere’s residence, visit her girls. Then, when we reach the capital, we’ll look only to the serious side of our respective business there.’
‘An excellent idea.’ Luke warmed to the prospect of visiting one of his old regular haunts.
He watched Cordelia dancing with her husband. ‘I’m glad for Corrie’s sake that you’ve come round to Kinver. He’s hardly suitable for her, undoubtedly not what you’d hoped for her, but she’s happy and that’s the only ambition the dear girl has ever had.’
Bartholomew looked at Morgan Kinver from keen eyes – an unsettling sort of stare, to Luke’s mind. ‘I’ll wait and see how things go for her. Kinver can easily be persuaded to move on, if the need arises.’
‘Bartholomew, how you do like to make threats.’
‘I’m not so cold-blooded, Luke. I merely don’t baulk at removing a threat to anyone I love or admire. Or doing an unpleasant service to anyone I have a certain loyalty to.’ He tapped his chest.
Luke shuddered as he saw again the knife wound in Alex Longbourne’s heart, and he recalled the hostile manner with which Bartholomew had confronted Hal Kinver. He wished Jack was going with him to London instead.
Forty-Three
Out on the moor, Clem was hard at work with his scythe, slashing down furze, brambles and ferns for use as the base for the ricks Philip and the farmhands were building in the yard. Ferns would also be used for bedding for the pigs, calves and yearlings. He was content to be doing a labourer’s job. In previous years he had organized the rick-building, but now he and Philip had made their peace, he was allowing his son to take charge of this.
He would be returning home soon, leaving his harvest to dry out for a few days, to wash and change to attend a funeral. One of the labourers had lost his wife from a fever; the third victim in a week in the village of St Cleer.