A Lady for Lord Randall by Sarah Mallory

Author:Sarah Mallory [Mallory, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2015-04-01T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

At last Mary was ready to leave. She had delayed as long as she could, savouring those final moments with Randall, knowing it could be the last time they were together until after—she drew in a stiffening breath. She must be strong. He had enough to concern him without worrying about her, too.

She had only to put on her cloak and bonnet, but before she did so she went into his arms for one final kiss. She wanted to beg him not to leave her, not to fight, but she knew he would never neglect his duty so she must be brave, show him that she could be a good soldier’s wife.

‘Goodbye, my love.’ She touched his cheek, the dark stubble rough beneath her fingers. He covered her hand with his own and pulled it down to his mouth, pressing a kiss into the palm.

‘Never goodbye, Mary. If you have to leave Brussels before I return, go to Antwerp and I will find you there.’

‘Of course.’

What if we are overrun by the French? What if we have to quit the country?

What if you do not survive?

The questions ran around in her head, but she dared not voice any of them. Instead she said calmly, ‘Will you ask Robbins to call a carriage for me?’

He went out to find his servant and she put on her cloak and bonnet. By the time he came back she was shrouded from head to foot, the heavy veil pulled down over her face so that Randall should not see the tears on her cheeks. When he reached out for her she resisted.

‘No, please, do not touch me.’

She took his hands and squeezed them, knowing that if he came any closer, if he took her in his arms again, her bravery would desert her and she would break down in tears.

* * *

Randall stood by the window and watched the carriage drive off, carrying Mary back to the Rue Haute. She was gone and heaven only knew when they would meet again. He felt as if she had taken his heart with her and left a gaping, aching void. He turned away. There was no time to dwell on his feelings. There was work to do. Striding to the door, he called impatiently for Robbins to bring his shaving water.

* * *

The morning was well advanced when Randall rode out to Roosbos. As he trotted into the camp he was struck by the air of calm tranquillity. Men were sitting around camp fires or lounging at their ease against the gun carriages, enjoying the sunshine. They needed to be ready: from the reports he had heard in Brussels he knew it would not be long before they were called to action. He sought out Flint, eyeing the dishevelled officer with disfavour. He knew before he gave the order what Flint’s reaction would be. He saw the look of horror on the major’s face even before he had finished speaking.

‘Many officers would give

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