Love Wild and Fair by Bertrice Small

Author:Bertrice Small
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2015-11-27T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 36

GREEN and gold September gave way to a rainbow October. The trees about Huntley were clothed in their traditional brilliant colors. November was a gray-and-brown month, startling in contrast to the beauty of the previous month. The first snow fell late, on St. Thomas’ Night, and the Leslie children arrived that day.

They had come, Bess riding a gentle brown mare, the other children and their attendants in carriages, escorted by Conall and fifty men-at-arms. Twelve-year-old Bess Leslie strove to appear grown-up. She wore an elegant riding habit of claret-colored velvet, a matching cloak trimmed in sable, and a small hat atop her dark, neatly braided hair. Cat had never seen her eldest daughter with her hair up.

“She is très chic,” murmured Henriette.

“And very young yet,” replied Cat with a catch in her throat.

“She does not approve of you,” laughed Henriette behind her plump, beringed white hand. “The young—especially young virgins—are so terribly intolerant.”

“Aye,” smiled Cat in agreement. “I was at her age. Poor Bess! She likes Francis. She canna help it, but she loves her father, and feels it is disloyal to him to be polite to Bothwell. She canna understand why I no longer care for her father, and I dare not tell her the truth, so I evade her questions, which only hurts and confuses her more.”

“She would be more hurt, my friend, if she did know the truth. Come, Cat, do not fret. Let us go and meet your children.”

Bess’ serious young face lit up the moment she saw her mother. Forgetting dignity, she tumbled off her horse into Cat’s arms. “Mama!” Cat hugged the girl to her. Then, releasing her, she admonished gently. “Bess, yer manners! Make yer curtsy to Lord and Lady Gordon, and Lord Bothwell.” Blushing a rosy color, the girl turned and curtsied beautifully to the other adults.

Henriette Gordon kissed the girl on both cheeks and welcomed her warmly, and George Gordon murmured an appropriate welcome. But then Bothwell stepped forward and, taking the young girl’s hand, raised it to his lips and kissed it. “I am delighted to see ye again, Lady Elizabeth,” he said. His blue eyes twinkled at her. Damn him, thought Bess. I dinna want to like him—but I do!

And for the briefest moment, Bess caught a glimpse of the man that so fascinated her mother.

Amanda and Morag Leslie descended the carriage to make pretty curtsies to their host and hostess. Cat kissed each of her daughters in turn. At last the Kerr sisters exited the second coach, each clutching a twin.

“Ahhh,” said the Countess of Glenkirk. “Look, everyone! My littlest bairns.” She drew back the cover from Jane’s bunting, revealing auburn curls peeping from a lace-edged bonnet, and dark lashes resting on pink cheeks. The baby slept. Ian, however, was wide awake. Cat was startled by the familiar expression in his dark-blue eyes.

“Art awake, lovely?” she crooned at the boy, and took him from Sally. “Now here’s my wee laddie. Madame et monsieurs. Je presente le seigneur Ian Leslie.

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