A Breath of Snow and Ashes - Diana Gabaldon [651]
“Does Jamie know?” Roger asked at the same instant. She looked at him in surprise, and he raised one eyebrow at her. Yes, a man could certainly father a child without realizing it. He had.
Lord John sighed. With William’s departure, he had relaxed somewhat, and the natural color was coming back to his face. He had been a soldier long enough to recognize the inevitable when he saw it.
“They both know, yes.”
“How old is he?” Roger asked abruptly. Lord John shot him a sharp glance.
“Eighteen. And to save your counting backward, it was 1758. In a place called Helwater, in the Lake District.”
Brianna took another breath, finding this one came a little easier.
“Okay. So it—he—it was before my mother . . . came back.”
“Yes. From France, supposedly. Where, I gather, you were born and raised.” He gave her a gimlet look; he knew she spoke no more than bastard French.
She could feel the blood rushing to her face.
“This is no time for secrets,” she said. “If you want to know about my mother and me, I’ll tell you—but you’re going to tell me about him.” She jerked her head angrily backward, toward the tavern. “About my brother!”
Lord John pursed his lips, regarding her through narrowed eyes as he thought. Finally he nodded.
“I see no help for it. One thing, though—are your parents here, in Wilmington?”
“Yes. In fact . . .” She looked upward, trying to make out the position of the sun through the thin coastal haze. It hung just above the horizon, a disc of burning gold. “We were going to meet them for supper.”
“Here?”
“Yes.”
Lord John swung round to Roger.
“Mr. MacKenzie. You will very much oblige me, sir, if you will go at once to find your father-in-law, and apprise him of the presence of the ninth Earl of Ellesmere. Tell him that I trust his good judgment will dictate an immediate removal from Wilmington upon receipt of this news.”
Roger stared at him for a moment, brows quirked in interest.
“The Earl of Ellesmere? How the hell did he manage that?”
Lord John had recovered all his natural color, and a bit more. He was distinctly pink in the face.
“Never mind! Will you go? Jamie must leave the town, at once, before they meet by inadvertence—or before someone sees the two of them separately and begins to speculate aloud.”
“I doubt Jamie will leave,” Roger said, looking at Lord John with a certain degree of speculation himself. “Not before tomorrow, in any case.”
“Why not?” Lord John demanded, looking from one to the other. “Why are you all here in the first place? It isn’t the exe—oh, good Lord, don’t tell me.” He clapped a hand to his face, and dragged it slowly down, glaring through his fingers with the expression of a man tried beyond bearing.
Brianna bit her lower lip. When she spotted Lord John, she had been not only pleased but relieved of a small bit of her burden of worry, counting on him to help in her plan. With this new complication, though, she felt torn in two, unable to cope with either situation, or even to think about them coherently. She looked over at Roger, seeking advice.
He met her eyes in one of those long, unspoken marital exchanges. Then he nodded, making the decision for her.
“I’ll go find Jamie. You have a bit of a chat with his Lordship, eh?”
He bent and kissed her, hard, then turned and strode away down the dock, walking in a way that made people draw unconsciously aside, avoiding the touch of his garments.
Lord John had closed his eyes, and appeared to be praying—presumably for strength. She gripped him by the arm and his eyes sprang open, startled as though he had been bitten by a horse.
“Is it as striking as I think?” she said. “Him and me?” The word felt funny on her tongue. Him.
Lord John looked at her, fair brow furrowed in troubled concentration as he searched her face, feature by feature.
“I think so,” he said slowly. “To me, certainly. To a casual observer, perhaps much less so. There is the difference of coloring, to be sure, and of sex; his uniform . . . but, my dear, you know that your own appearance is so striking—” So freakish, he meant. She sighed, taking his meaning.