Love Finds the Way by Barbara Cartland

Author:Barbara Cartland
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, love, love story, romance and love, romance novel, romance fiction, romance book, romance cruise ship, romance historical, romance historical romance, barbara cartland
ISBN: 9781906950354
Publisher: Barbara Cartland.com
Published: 2013-01-02T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

Pharaoh appeared on the step with a young man of mountainous proportions, whom he directed to start carrying in Gina's baggage. He explained himself slowly and with lots of gestures and the young giant nodded ponderously to show that he understood.

"Who is he?" John demanded of Pharaoh.

"His name is Harry, Your Grace. A sweet natured lad, but –" he gave a shrug. "Shall we say, not equipped to make his own way in the world?"

John needed no further telling that Harry was a lost sheep. He was beginning to understand that almost nobody else would work at the castle. Tennison, the butler, was still there, but apart from him John had seen nobody that he recognised.

Pharaoh added,

"Harry takes care of the kitchen garden, Your Grace. The vegetables he grows are a wonder to behold. Cabbages, potatoes, leeks, onions, herbs –"

"The vegetables we had last night were excellent."

"I will tell him you said so. He will be very pleased."

"Pharaoh, are there any more people that I don't know about?"

Pharaoh nodded.

"A few in the kitchen, Your Grace, and the stables."

"A few? How many?"

Pharaoh made a vague gesture.

"One or two – or maybe three."

"How many is that?" John persisted.

"Well –" Pharaoh made a vague gesture. "It's hard to be sure – exactly – but –"

"A few," said John, who was beginning to realise that he was not going to win this one.

"That's right," Pharaoh exclaimed. "A few. Oh, yes, and there's a couple who grow the loveliest flowers. Did you notice the flowers on the table last night?"

"Yes, my mother mentioned them most particularly. I was afraid that they had been sent in at great expense."

"Oh, my goodness, no. Culled from Your Grace's own garden."

"But they are magnificent. I didn't think we were capable of anything so beautiful."

"The horse manure is very useful."

"Horse manure? Do we still have enough horses to make a difference?"

"Not really, but Harry obtains the extra by doing a day's work on the local farms. He is much in demand on account of his strength."

"So he works for other people and gets paid in manure, which he brings back here and puts on my gardens?"

"On the castle gardens, Your Grace," Pharaoh corrected him gently.

"But the castle does not pay him anything for his work."

"He gets food and shelter, neither of which he could organise for himself. The castle is his refuge, a place where he finds the kindness the outside world would never give him."

"And my uncle was kind to him?"

"Yes, Your Grace. But you are the Duke now."

The implication was clear. Personalities did not matter here. The Duke is dead. Long live the Duke. And long live his responsibilities to those weaker than himself. Long live the castle that provided shelter to the poor and helpless.

It occurred to John that Gina would have understood all this. In fact, everything Pharaoh had said was a living proof of her view that the castle belonged to the whole district, which needed and depended on it.

Pharaoh picked up a bag and was about to turn away, when something stopped him.

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