He sat lost in reverie. Jessica remained silent, too, trying to absorb this new picture of the crusty old military man as a devoted swain, loving a woman he could not have.
Ah, well. The General seemed to shake off his thoughts. Thats not what I called you here about. Not directly, anyway. The thing is, when I read those lines, there was a terrific pain in my head, and then the next thing I knew I was waking up here with that silly cow Leona blubbering all over me. Now I realize how presumptuous I was all these years, thinking I could fight off death, as if it were an enemy soldier. I couldnt do a thing. I was just lucky to come back. Next time, I might not be so fortunate.
Jessica did not know what to say. The General was right, and it was hard to say something optimistic in response.
Seventy-two. Some would say its about time I figured out I wasnt invincible. The General let out a little chuckle. Thing is, what about Gaby? Oh, Ive provided for her in my will, no worry about that. And her father left her a nice trust. She will have plenty of money. But she needs more than that. She needs someone who loves her.
I will stay with her, General. I promise. You know how much I care for her.
The General smiled at her, and it touched Jessicas heart with sorrow to see how one side of his mouth did not curl up with the other. I knew I could count on you. But I wanted to make sure you understood what to do if anything should happen to me. I have provided for a guardian in my will. Its the same man that her father named as successor should anything happen to me. I dont know him well, but he was a friend of her fathers and reputed to be an honorable sort. He will look after her money and her welfare. I just wrote him a letter. There
He gestured toward the small table beside his bed, on which lay a letter, closed by a blob of red wax bearing the Generals seal. Take it. I want you to escort Gaby to his home if anything further should happen to me. Give him this letter, as well as the will. In it, Ive asked him to keep you on. I told him that Gaby relies on you and trusts you.
I will. Dont worry. But let us hope that there will be no need for it. You will recover and live long past Gabys marriage, Im sure.
I hope so. But I havent said all I want to say. Once Gaby is with her new guardian, I wont worry. He is a powerful, influential manthe Duke of Cleybourne. Vesey would be able to do nothing to him. But until thenI fear Vesey.
Lord Vesey? But surely, if you name someone else her guardian, that will put a stop to any danger from him.
I would count on nothing when it comes to that man. General Streatherns lip curled. He is vile, and his wife is no better. I would not trust him not to seize Gaby if he has the opportunity. I left the man nothing, and he would love to get his hands on Gabys money. And that witch of a wife of his is able to twist honest men around her finger. I dont trust the pair of them. He frowned, then went on slowly. I would not otherwise sully your ears with such a tale, but you must know the full extent of his wickedness. The man is a lecher, and I have heard that he has aa preference for young girls. Girls of Gabys age.
Jessica sucked in her breath sharply. General! Do you meanyou think he would
I do not know how low the man would sink, but I would not be surprised at the depth of his depravity, either. Let us just say that it would be safer if she were never under his control, even for a day. He looked at her sharply from beneath his thick white eyebrows. Your father was one of the best soldiers I ever commanded.
Thank you, General. Jessica felt emotion swell unexpectedly in her throat.
I am counting on you to have his same spirit.
I hope and pray that I do, Jessica replied, adding firmly, You can rely on me to keep her away from Lord Vesey.
Good. He relaxed, easing back against the pillows. Thank you, Jessica. If I should die, either now or later, he will come like a vulture. Get her away from here as soon as the will is read. Be packed and ready to go. You understand me, dont you?
Yes, I will waste no time. I swear it to you. She and I will leave immediately after the will is read, even if it means leaving the luggage for later.
He nodded. Youre a sharp, sensible girl. I know I can trust in you. Take her to the Duke of Cleybourne. His estate is in Yorkshire, near the town of Hedby, no more than a hard two days ride by carriage.
I will. Jessica reached over and took the old mans hand. But, please God, that time will not come for many years, and Gaby will be a married woman by then.
God willing.
It was late at night and the house was dark, everyone tucked up in their beds, when a side door opened quietly and a dark figure slipped inside. The man stood for a moment, still and watching, then moved with equal silence down the hallway and up the servants stairs to the second floor. Once again he waited, poised at the top of the stairs for the slightest sound before he went on to the door he sought. He opened it and peeked inside. There was no sign of the Generals valet or a nurse keeping watch over the old man.
He slid through the door and closed it softly after him, then glided across the floor until he stood beside the bed. He stood for a moment, gazing down at the old man. The General looked so frail that for a moment he wondered if this was really necessary. The man had just, after all, almost died. There was always the possibility that he would not regain his health, and then General Streathern would be of no danger to him.
As he watched, the old mans eyes opened, as if he had sensed the watchers presence. His eyes narrowed. You! he rasped. What the devil are you doing here? Didnt I tell you
Yes, yes, I know, the younger man said lightly. I am never to taint you with my presence. But, I thought it best to talk to you. You see things have changed.
Yes, they have. The General pulled himself up into a sitting position against his pillows. His uninvited guest noted that it was something of a struggle for him.
I wanted to make sure that you were not thinking of doing anything foolish.
You mean revealing what really happened? What makes you think I wouldnt? the General shot back, rather injudiciously. I have no reason to keep silent anymore.
There is the slight problem of your not having brought the matter up years ago, when it mattered. It would not reflect well on you. Your name would be ruined.
Perhaps that is as it should be, the old man remarked heavily.
Easy for you to say, when you are facing the grave, anyway. I, on the other hand, have many years to live, and I have no desire to do so under the taint of scandal.
It would be worse than that.
Indeed? I think not. Only your word against mine, and you are an old fool who has just suffered an apoplexy. Everyone would assume that your brain simply was not working properly any longer.
Oh, they would believe me, General Streathern said, contempt and hatred lighting his eyes. I have proof, you see.
The other mans eyes were as cold as the Generals were heated. He surveyed the old man for a moment, then said, Well, I am sorry to hear that.
Swiftly he picked up a pillow from the bed and put it over the old mans face. The General struggled, but he was weak from his illness, and it was not long before his struggles ceased. The visitor waited another long moment after that, then lifted the pillow and set it back with the others. He pulled the old man back down in the bed so that he was no longer sitting up but would look as if he had died peacefully in his sleep.