would be impossible to sleep with Major Coale sitting in the next room.
Zelah was awoken by a cock crowing. It was light, but the sun had not yet risen. She stared at the unfamiliar surroundings, then, as memory returned, she slipped off the bed and crept into the next room. Nicky was still sleeping soundly and the major was slumped forwards over the bed, his shaggy dark head on his arms.
The fire had died and the morning air was very chill. Noiselessly Zelah crossed the room and knelt down by the hearth.
‘What are you doing?’
The major’s deep voice made her jump.
‘I am going to rescue the fire.’
‘Oh, no, you are not. I will send up a servant to see to that.’
He towered over her, hand outstretched. She allowed him to help her up, trying to ignore the tingle that shot through her at his touch. It frightened her. His presence filled the room, it was disturbing, suffocating, and she stepped away, searching for something to break the uneasy silence.
‘I—um—the story you told Nicky, about your wound. It was very … violent for a little boy. He seemed quite familiar with it.’
‘Yes. He asked me about my face the very first time he saw me and has wanted me to recount the story regularly ever since.’ He was watching the sleeping boy, the smile tugging at his lips just visible through the black beard. ‘I was working in the woods and he came up, offered to help me finish off the game pie Mrs Graddon had packed into my bag to sustain me through the day.’
‘You must have thought him very impertinent.’
‘Not at all. His honesty was very refreshing. Most people look away, embarrassed by my disfigurement.’
‘Oh, I beg your pardon. I hope you did not think that I—’
The smile turned into a grin.
‘You, madam, seemed intent upon inflicting even more damage upon me.’
The amusement in his eyes drew a reluctant smile from Zelah.
‘You did—do—look rather savage. Although I know now that you are very kind,’ she added in a rush. She felt herself blushing. ‘You have been sitting here all night and must be desperate for sleep. I can manage now, thank you, Major. You had best go …’
‘I should, of course. I will send someone up to see to the fire and order Mrs Graddon to bring your breakfast to you.’
‘Thank you.’ He gave her a clipped little bow and turned to leave.
‘Major! The chasseur—the one who injured you—was he really taken prisoner?’
He stopped and looked back.
‘Yes, he was.’ His eyes narrowed. ‘I may look like a monster, Miss Pentewan, but I assure you I am not.’
Chapter Two
Nicky was drowsy and fretful when he eventually woke up, but Dr Pannell was able to reassure Zelah that he was recovering well.
‘A little fever is to be expected, but he seems to be in fine form now. I think keeping him still is going to be your biggest problem.’
Zelah had thought so too and she was relieved when Reginald arrived with a selection of toys and games for his son.
‘Goodness!’ She laughed when she saw the large basket that Reginald placed on the bed. ‘Major Coale will think we plan to stay for a month.’
Reginald grinned.
‘I let Nurse choose what to send. I fear she was over-generous to make up for not being able to come herself.’
‘And what did our host say, when you came in with such a large basket?’
‘I have not seen him. His man informed me that he is busy with his keeper and likely to be out all day.’ He glanced at Nicky, happily sorting through the basket, and led Zelah into the anteroom. ‘I had the feeling he was ordered to say that and to make sure I knew that he had given instructions for a maid to sit up with the boy during the night. Setting my mind at rest that he would not be imposing himself upon you while you are here.’
‘Major Coale is very obliging.’
‘Dashed ragged fellow though, with all that hair, but I suppose that’s to cover the scar on his face.’ He paused. ‘Maria asked me to drop a word in your ear, but for my part I don’t think there’s anything to worry about.’
‘What did she wish you to say to me?’
He chewed his lip for a moment.
‘She was concerned. Coale was well known as something of a, er, a rake before the war. His name was forever in the society pages. Well, stands to reason, doesn’t it, younger son of a viscount, and old Lord Markham had some scandals to his name, I can tell you! Coale’s brother’s inherited the title now, of course, and from what I have read he’s just as wild as the rest of ‘em.’ He added quickly, ‘Only hearsay, of course. I’ve never had much to do with that side of the family—far too high and mighty for one thing. The Bucklands are a very distant branch. But that’s neither here nor there. We were worried the major might try to ingratiate himself with you—after all, we are mighty obliged to him—and Maria thought you might have … stirrings.’
‘Stirrings, Reginald?’
He flushed.
‘Aye. Maria says that sometimes a woman’s sympathy for an injured man can stir her—that she can find him far too … attractive.’
Zelah laughed.
‘Then you may set Maria’s mind at rest. The only stirring I have when I think of Major Coale is to comb his hair!’
Reginald stayed for an hour or more and after that Hannah, the chambermaid appointed to help Zelah look after Nicky, came up to introduce herself. By the time dinner was brought up it was clear that she was more than capable of nursing Nicky and keeping him amused, and Zelah realised a trifle ruefully that it was not Nicky’s boredom but her own that might be a problem.
Zelah and Hannah had taken it in turns to sit up with Nicky through the night, but there was no recurrence of the fever and when Dr Pannell called the following morning he declared himself satisfied that the boy would be able to go home at the end of the week.
‘I will call again on Friday, Miss Pentewan, and providing there has been no more bleeding we will make arrangements to return you both to West Barton. You will be the first to use the major’s new carriageway.’
‘Oh, is it finished?’ asked Zelah. ‘I have been watching them repair the drive, but I cannot see what is going on beyond the gates.’
‘I spoke to the workmen on the way here and they told me the road will be passable by tomorrow. The road-building has been a godsend for Lesserton, providing work for so many of the men. The problems with grazing rights is making it difficult for some of them to feed their families.’
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