The Scottish Bride - Catherine Coulter [7]
Leo bowed his head. “Yes, Papa. I understand.”
Max looked perplexed for a moment, but the look was gone so quickly that Tysen wasn’t at all sure he’d even seen it. “You boys will obey your aunt and uncle. You will enjoy yourselves when it is allowed. You will not accept any gifts from young ladies who come to Northcliffe Hall to bestow them on your cousins or your aunt and uncle.” Then he hugged both of them and even patted Leo’s head.
He heard Leo say to Max as he closed the bedchamber door, “Papa didn’t say anything about me not standing on my head at night—he just said six days.”
“Leo,” Max said, “you will surely go to hell.”
“No, Papa wouldn’t allow that,” Leo said. “Why couldn’t Papa at least inherit a title that would make us lords? Surely there must be a dukedom lying about not being used. We’ll be just the same. Maybe Uncle Douglas has an extra title or two hidden away in some old book that he doesn’t need.”
“Uncle Douglas,” Max said in his lecturer’s voice that drove both Leo and Meggie right over the brink, “has only one extra title, and James has it. You know that. He’s a viscount—Lord Hammersmith—because Uncle Douglas is an earl and he doesn’t need it anymore. Well, no, actually, he’s also a baron of some sort. I don’t remember the name.”
Leo said, “Poor Jason. He’s nothing at all. He’s as bad off as we are.”
Tysen was smiling, he couldn’t help it, even though he knew he should give a token frown. He didn’t sleep well that night. He’d looked briefly into Meggie’s bedchamber, but all the lights were off and she was obviously asleep. He hated to disappoint her, but there wasn’t a place for a little girl on this trip. The good Lord only knew what awaited him in Scotland. He looked forward to seeing Sinjun and Colin and their children.
He left the following morning at dawn, his driver Rufus and a stable lad tiger as his to ride behind the carriage and pay all the tolls, both provided by his brother and both sharp at their positions. His own gelding, Big Blue, was tied to the back of the carriage under the watchful eye of the tiger, whose unlikely name, Rufus had told him, was Pride.
He didn’t realize that his tiger wasn’t really one of Douglas’s stable lads until they were in Edinburgh five and a half days later.
3
Taurum per cornua prehende.
Take the bull by the horns.
August 22, 1815
IT HAD BEEN a long journey. Tysen was riding Big Blue when at last they entered Edinburgh. He had written nine sermons in his head during those five and a half days, and he had to admit, in his more objective moments, that none of them was presentable enough for God’s hearing. They were, he thought, looking at the mighty castle soaring upward from its craggy ridge in the center of the city, rather—no, he didn’t want to say it. Oh, very well. Truth be told, they were boring. They nearly made him nod off to sleep. Talk of hell’s fires kept the congregation alert, but it never made him feel exalted when he was done, and thus he rarely threatened his flock with brimstone. But these nine sermons, they’d been bland, touching on this or that without much rhyme or reason to any of them. One of them did dwell perhaps overly much on the necessity for a woman’s obedience. He thought of Meggie and shook his head at that. Then he thought of Melinda Beatrice and felt guilty.
They had both been so very young, so very much in love with each other, and they saw only a life that was narrow, yet filled with hope and goodness and an endless desire to be of service to God. At least that was what he had wanted. He sighed.
Tysen heard a boy whistle and waved to him. He remembered Edinburgh, but now he saw it through a man’s eyes, not a child’s. The Castle, he thought, oh, how Meggie would have enjoyed the Castle. No, what he’d done was correct. For heaven’s sake, it had rained a full four days on the journey up here. Today, at least, it had ceased raining early in the morning. The sun now glistened overhead, and it was so clear he knew he would be able to see the smudged mountains on the horizon beyond the Lothian plain