The Lost Duke of Wyndham Chapter Seventeen

cardinal geezerhood later, at seaThis was non the first time worldual laborer had crossed the Irish Sea. It was not even the second or the third. He wondered if the unease would ever earmark him, if he would someday be able to look down at the dark, swirling waters below and not retrieve of his father slip on a lower floor the surface, meeting his death. eventide before he had met the Cavendishes, when his father was incisively a wispy fiction in his mind, hed dis press welld this crossing.And yet here he stood. At the railing. He could not seem to divine service himself. He could not be on the water and not look out. Out, and then down.It was a voiced voyage this time, although that did little to comfort him. It was not that he feared for his own safety. It was just that it any felt so morbid, skimming atop his fathers grave. He deficiencyed it d integrity. He wanted to be choke on land. Even, he supposed, if that land was Ireland.The last time hed been homeJack pinch ed his lips together, and then he pinched his look shut. The last time he had been home was to bring back Arthurs body.It was the hardest matter hed ever d 1. not just because his heart had broken anew with e actually mile, and not even because hed dreaded his arrival at home. How could he face his aunt and uncle, delivering to them their assassinated son?As if all that hadnt been profuse, it was damned hard to hunt down a body from France to England to Ireland.Hed had to find a coffin, which was surprisingly difficult in the middle of a war. Supply and demand,one of his friends told him later their first unsuccessful attempt to obtain a coffin. There were a lot of dead bodies strewn well-nigh. Coffins were the ultimate luxury on a battlefield. still he had persisted, and hed haped to the letter the directions hed been given by the under(a)taker, alter the wooden coffin with sawdust and sealing it with tar. Even then the smell eventually seeped through, and by the time he r eached Ireland, no driver would take the cargo. Hed had to buy his own wagon to get his cousin home.The journey had break his own life, too. The army refused his request to be allowed to move the body, and he was agonistic to sell off his commission. It was a small price to pay, to be able to do this one last service for his family. except it had meant that hed had to leave a position for which he was finally a perfect fit. School had been a misery, failure after failure. Hed muddled through, mostly with champion from Arthur, who, seeing his struggles, had come quietly to his aid.But university severe God, he lull could not believe hed been encouraged to go. He had known it would be a disaster, more thanover Portora Royal boys went on to university. It was as simple as that. But Arthur was a year behind, and without him, Jack didnt take a shit a prayer. affliction would bugger off been too mortifying, so he got himself booted out. not that it took often imagination to find ship look to be declare in a manner unbecoming of a Trinity College student.He had returned home, supposedly in disgrace, and it was decided that he might do well in the army. So off he went. It had been a perfect fit. Finally, a place he could succeed and thrive without books and papers and quills. It wasnt that he was unintelligent. It was just that he hated books and papers and quills. They gave him a headache.But that was all all over, and now here he was, on his way back to Ireland for the first time since Arthurs funeral service, and he might be the Duke of Wyndham, which would ensure him a bloody life story of books and papers and quills.And headaches.He glanced off to his left and saw doubting doubting Thomas standing by the bow with Amelia. He was pointing toward something probably a bird, since Jack could not see anything else of interest. Amelia was smiling, perhaps not broadly, but enough at least to ease some of the guilt Jack was feeling about the scene back at Belgrave when he had refused to marry her. It wasnt as if he could have done anything else. Did they really think he would pother over and say, Oh, yes, give me anyone Ill just show up at the church and be grateful. none that there was anything wrong with gentlewoman Amelia. In fact, one could (and probably would) do a lot worse, if one were to be forced into marriage. And if he hadnt met tendernessHe might have been willing to do it.He hear soulfulness approaching, and when he turned, there she was, as if summoned by his thoughts.Shed left off her bonnet, and her dark hair was ruffling in the breeze.Its very pleasant out here, she said, leaning once morest the railing next to him.He nodded. He had not seen much of her on the voyage. The dowager had elected to remain in her cabin, and free grace was required to attend to her. She did not complain, of course. She never complained, and in truth, he supposed she did not have reason to do so. It was her job, after all, to rema in by the dowagers side. Still, he could not imagine a less palatable position. And he knew he could never have lasted in the post.Soon, he thought. Soon she would be free. They would be married, and benignity would never have to even see the dowager again if that was her desire. Jack did not direction if the old bat was his grandmother. She was unkind, selfish, and he had no intention of exchanging another word with her in one case this was all through. If he turned out to be the duke, he would damn well buy that promote in the Outer Hebrides and send her packing. And if he wasnt, he planned to take Grace by the hand, temper her from Belgrave and never look back.It was a rather happy dream, to tell the truth.Grace looked down, watching the water. Isnt it foreign, she mused, how quickly it seems to move by.Jack glanced up at the sail. It is a good wind.I know. It makes perfect sense, of course. She looked up and smiled. It is just that I have never been on a boat before.Never? I t did seem difficult to imagine.She shook her head. none like this. My parents took me out rowing on a lake once, but that was just for merry. She looked back down. I have never seen water rushing by like this. It makes me wish I could lean down and dump my fingers in.Its cold, Jack said.Well, yes, of course. She leaned out, her throat arching as she seemed to catch the wind on her face.But Id unperturbed like to touch it.He shrugged. He ought to be more voluble, especially with her, but he thought he could see the first hint of land on the horizon, and his belly was clenching and twisting.Are you all right? Grace asked.Im fine.You look a bit green. Are you seasick?He wished. He never got seasick. He was landsick. He didnt want to go back. Hed woken up in the middle of the night, stuck down in his small berth, clammy with sweat.He had to go back. He knew he did. But that didnt mean a very large part of him didnt want to turn coward and flee.He heard Graces touch catch, and when he looked at her, she was pointing out, her face alight with excitement.It was quite mayhap the most beautiful thing hed ever seen.Is that Dublin? she asked. Over there?He nodded. The port. The town fit is a bit farther in.She craned her neck, which would have been amusing had he not been in such a wretched mood. There was no way she could have seen anything from this distance. Ive heard it is a charming city, she said.There is much to entertain.Its a pity. I dont expect we shall be spending much time there.No. The dowager is eager to be on her way.Arent you? she asked.At that, he took a breath and rubbed his eyes. He was tired, and he was nervous, and it felt as if he was being delivered to his hastiness. No, he said. To be honest, Id be quite happy to stay right here, on this boat, at this railing, for the rest of my life.Grace turned to him with somber eyes.With you, he said softly. Here at this railing, with you.He looked back out. The port of Dublin was more than a speck on t he horizon now. Soon he would be able to make out buildings and ships. Off to his left he could hear Thomas and Amelia chatting. They were pointing out over the water, too, watching the port as it seemed to grow before their eyes.Jack swallowed. The knot in his stomach was outgrowth as well. Good God, it was almost funny. Here he was, back in Ireland, forced to face his family, whom hed failed so many years before. And if that werent bad enough, he could very well find himself named the Duke of Wyndham, a position for which he was uniquely unqualified.And then, because no injury should ever be without insult, he had to do it all in the guild of the dowager.He wanted to laugh. It was funny. It had to be funny. If it wasnt funny, then hed have to bloody well go and cry.But he couldnt seem to laugh. He looked out at Dublin, looming larger in the distance.It was too late for laughter.Several hours later, at the Queens Arms, DublinIt is not too lateMaam, Grace said, trying to be as ca lm and comfort as she could, it is past seven. We are all tired and hungry, and the roads are dark and unknown to us.Not to him, the dowager snapped, jerking her head toward Jack.I am tired and hungry, Jack snapped right back, and conveys to you, I no greater travel the roads by moonlight.Grace bit her lip. They had been traveling over three days now, and one could almost chart the progress of their journey by the shortness of his temper. Every mile that brought them close assign(predicate) to Ireland had taken a notch out of his patience. Hed bragging(a) silent and withdrawn, so wholly unlike the man she knew.The man shed fallen in love with.They had reached the port of Dublin in the late afternoon, but by the time they collected their belongings and made their way into town, it was nearly time for supper. Grace had not eaten much on the sea journey, and now that she was back to standing on surfaces that did not pitch and roll beneath her, she was famished. The last thing she wanted was to press on toward Butlersbridge, the small village in County Cavan where Jack had grown up.But the dowager was being her argumentative self, so they were standing in the front path of the inn, all vi of them, while she attempted to dictate the speed and direction of their journey.Dont you wish to have this matter settled, once and for all? the dowager demanded of Jack.Not really, was his insolent response. Certainly not as much as I want a slice of shepherds pie and a tankard of ale. Jack turned to the rest of them, and Grace ached at the expression in his eyes. He was haunted. But by what, she could not guess.What demons awaited him here? Why had he gone(p) so long between visits? Hed told her he had a lovely childhood, that he adored his adoptive family and would not have traded them for the world. Didnt everyone wish for that? Didnt he want to go home? Didnt he understand how lucky he was to have a home to return to?Grace would have given anything for that.Miss E versleigh, Jack said, with a courteous nod. Lady Amelia.The two ladies bobbed their curtsies as he departed.I do believe he has the right idea of it, Thomas murmured. Supper sounds infinitely more appealing than a night on the roads.The dowager whipped her head toward him and glared.Not, he said with an super dry look, that I am attempting to delay the inevitable. Even soon-to-be-dispossessed dukes get hungry.Lord Crowland laughed aloud at that. He has you there, Augusta, he said jovially, and wandered off to the taproom.I shall take my supper in my room, the dowager announced. Her tone was defiant, as if she expected mortal to protest, but of course, no one did. Miss Eversleigh, she barked, you may attend to me.Grace sighed wearily and started to follow.No, Thomas said.The dowager froze. No? she echoed, all ice.Grace turned and looked at Thomas. What could he mean? There had been nothing unusual about the dowagers order. Grace was her companion. This was exactly the sort of thing she had been hired to do.But Thomas stared down his grandmother, a tiny, subversive smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.Grace will dine with us. In the dining room.She is my companion, the dowager hissed.Not anymore.Grace held her breath as she watched the exchange. Matters between Thomas and his grandmother were never cordial, but this seemed to go quite beyond the usual. Thomas almost appeared to be enjoying himself.As I have not yet been removed from my position, he said, dissertation slowly, clearly savoring each word, I took the liberty of making a few last snatch provisions.What the devil are you talking about? the dowager demanded.Grace, Thomas said, turning to her with friendship and memories in his eyes, you are officially relieved of your duties to my grandmother. When you return home, you will find a cottage deeded in your name, along with funds enough to provide an income for the rest of your life.Are you mad? the dowager sputtered.Grace just stared at him in shock.I should have done it long ago, he said. I was too selfish. I couldnt bear the thought of living with her he jerked his head toward his grandmother without you there to act as a buffer.I dont know what to say, she whispered.Normally, Id advise thank you, but as I am the one thanking you, a mere You are a prince among men would suffice.Grace managed a wobbly smile and whispered, You are a prince among men.It is always lovely to hear it, Thomas said. Now, would you care to cave in the rest of us for supper?Grace turned toward the dowager, who was red-faced with rage.You grasping little whore, she spat. Do you think I dont know what you are? Do you think I would allow you in my home again?Grace stared at her in calm shock, then said, I was about to say that I would tornado you my assistance for the rest of the journey, since I would never dream of going a post without giving puritanical and courteous notice, but I believe I have reconsidered. She turned to Amelia, holding h er hands cautiously at her sides.She was shaking. She was not sure if it was from shock or delight, but she was shaking. May I share your room this evening? she asked Amelia. Because certainly she was not release to remain with the dowager.Of course, Amelia replied promptly. She linked her arm through Graces. Let us have some supper.It was, Grace later decided, the finest shepherds pie shed ever tasted.Several hours later, Grace was up in her room staring out the window while Amelia slept.Grace had tried to go to sleep, but her mind was still all abuzz over Thomass astounding act of generosity. Plus, she wondered where Jack had gone off to hed not been in the dining room when she and Thomas and Amelia arrived, and no one seemed to know what had happened to him.Plus plus, Amelia snored.Grace rather enjoyed the place of Dublin below. They were not in the city center, but the street was busy enough, with local folk going about their business, and plenty of travelers on their way int o or out of the port.It was strange, this newfound sense of freedom. She still could not believe that she was here, sharing a bed with Amelia and not curled up on an uncomfortable soften at the dowagers bedside.Supper had been a merry affair. Thomas was in remarkably good spirits, all things considered. He had not said anything more of his generous gift, but Grace knew why hed done it. If Jack was found to be the true duke and Thomas was convinced this would be the case then she could not remain at Belgrave.To have her heart broken anew, every day for the rest of her life that, she could not bear.Thomas knew that shed fallen in love with Jack. She had not said so, not expressly, but he knew her well. He had to know. For him to act with such generosity, when shed gone and fallen in love with the man who might very well be the cause of his downfall It brought tears to her eyes every time she thought of it.And so now she was independent. An independent woman She desire the sound o f that. She would sleep until noon every day. She would read books. She would wallow in the sheer laziness of it all, at least for a few months, and then find something constructive to do with her time. A charity, perhaps. Or perchance she would learn to paint watercolors.It sounded decadent. It sounded perfect.And lonely.No, she decided firmly, she would find friends. She had many friends in the district. She was glad she would not be leaving Lincolnshire, even if it did mean that she might occasionally cross paths with Jack.Lincolnshire was home. She knew everyone, and they knew her, and her reputation would not be questioned, even if she did set up her own home. She would be able to live in peace and respectability.It would be a good thing.But lonely.No. Not lonely. She would have funds. She could go visit Elizabeth, who would be married to her earl in the South. She could join one of those womens clubs her mother had so adored. Theyd met every Tuesday afternoon, claiming they w ere there to discuss art and literature and the news of the day, but when the meetings were held at Sillsby, Grace had heard far too much laughter for those topics.She would not be lonely.She refused to be lonely.She looked back at Amelia, snoring away on the bed. Poor thing. Grace had often envied the Willoughby girls their secure places in society. They were daughters of an earl, with impeccable bloodlines and generous dowries. It was odd, really, that her future should now be so well-defined while Amelias was so murky.But she had come to realize that Amelia was no more in control of her own fate than she herself had been. Her father had chosen her husband before she could even speak, before he knew who she was, what she was like. How could he know, looking upon an infant of less than one year, whether she would be suited for life as a duchess?All of her life, Amelia had been stuck, waiting for Thomas to get most to marrying her. And even if she did not end up marrying either of the two Dukes of Wyndham, shed still find herself obliged to follow her fathers dictates.Grace was turning back toward the window when she heard a noise in the hall. Footsteps, she decided.Male. And because she could not help herself, she hurried to her door, opened it a crack, and peered out.Jack.He looked rumpled and tired and achingly heartsick. He was squinting in the dark, trying to figure out which room was his.Grace-the-companion might have retreated back into her room, but Grace-the-woman-of-independent-means was somewhat more daring, and she stepped out, whispering his name.He looked up. His eyes flared, and Grace belatedly remembered that she was still in her nightgown. It was nothing remotely blue in fact, she was far more covered than she would have been in an evening dress. Still, she hugged her arms to her body as she moved forward.Where have you been? she whispered.He shrugged. Out and about. Visiting old haunts.Something about his voice was unsettling. Really? she asked.No. He looked at her, then rubbed his eyes. I was across the street. Having my shepherds pie.She smiled. And your pint of ale?Two, actually. He smiled then, a sheepish, boyish thing that tried to banish the exhaustion from his face. I missed it.Irish ale?The English stuff is pig pigwash by comparison.Grace felt herself warming inside. There was humor in his eyes, the first shed seen in days. And it was strange shed thought it would be torture to be near him, to be with him and hear his voice and see his smile. But all she felt now was happiness. And relief.She could not bear it when he was so unhappy. She needed for him to be him. Even if he could not be hers.You should not be out here like this, he said.No. She shook her head but did not move.He grimaced and looked down at his key. I cannot find my room.Grace took the key from him and peered at it. Fourteen, she said. She looked up. The light is dim.He nodded.It is that way, she told him, pointing down the hall. I passed it on the way in.Is your room unexceptionable? he asked. Large enough for both you and the dowager?Grace gasped. He did not know. Shed completely forgotten. He had already left when Thomas gave her the cottage. Im not with the dowager, she said, unable to conceal all of her excitement. I Someones coming, he whispered harshly, and indeed, she heard voices and footsteps on the stairs. He started to steer her back to her room.No, I cant. She dug in her heels. Amelia is there.Amelia? Why would she He muttered something under his breath and then yanked her along with him down the hall. Into Room 14.