Chapters (35)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- The Pengarron Sagas
- The Harvey Family Sagas
The two men briefly shook hands and both were about to speak when, on a signal from a footman, the musicians changed tune to the notes of a fanfare and the guests in the suddenly hushed banqueting hall watched Lady Rachael Beswetherick descend the stairs on the arm of her eldest son. Ladies tittered at her appearance behind their fans while all male eyes were upon the lady on Martin’s other arm, Kerensa, Lady Pengarron.
James Mortreath sucked in his breath. ‘Lady Rachael looks radiant tonight,’ he whispered to Oliver, ‘but who is the beautiful child with her and her son?’
Oliver looked from the ridiculous to the beautiful then fixed James Mortreath with a hard stare. ‘That child, Mortreath, is my wife.’
‘Your wife!’
‘And,’ Oliver added, to underline the fact that his wife was no longer a child, ‘the mother of my children.’
‘Children? …I… um…’ James Mortreath’s face turned crimson. He jumped back two paces. He was not unaware of this tall man’s reputation for outbreaks of bad temper, of his arrogance and strong will, and that he was said to be particularly sensitive on matters pertaining to his wife. How could he have possibly known that this auburn-haired vision of beauty, youth and innocence now gliding gracefully towards them was Sir Oliver’s wife? He’d assumed she was one of Ameline’s friends. ‘If… if you’ll excuse me, Sir Oliver, Sir Martin, I… I will go and find out where Miss Ameline has got to.’ James Mortreath retreated like a fox before hounds.
‘Now, now, Oliver,’ Sir Martin bellowed. ‘That was most wicked of you. You’ve frightened the poor man half out of his wits.’
‘Oh dear,’ Oliver said, amused. ‘You know, Martin, this is going to be one of your best parties yet.’ With his handsome head raised and dark eyes twinkling, he held out his hand to claim Kerensa’s.
Ameline Beswetherick thanked her maid and after a final check in the mirror of her own bedchamber she left and hurried towards the stairs. She had two small flights of five steps each to patter down before pacing the long corridor to reach the main staircase down into the banqueting hall.