The Time Tutor: A Penguin Special from Plume by Ridgway Bee

Author:Ridgway, Bee [Ridgway, Bee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Group US
Published: 2014-02-25T08:00:00+00:00

PROLOGUE

Castle Dar, Devon, 1815

Julia sat beside her grandfather’s bed, holding his hand. The fifth Earl of Darchester was dying.

Heavy velvet curtains were drawn across the tall windows, but the late-afternoon sun found a thin opening and as the day grew older a narrow ribbon of light moved slowly across the floor and over the bed. Lord Percy’s breath was shallow. Julia felt life guttering in his fingers, saw death written on his beloved face. Motes of dust moved slowly in the shaft of light. Once Grandfather was dead, Cousin Eamon would be the new earl and would live here, at Castle Dar. Julia sighed, making the dust dance with her breath, then squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to be calm. Time enough to worry about tomorrow’s problems.

The house was almost completely silent, except for Grandfather’s painful gasps. The sun inched up the counterpane, touching their fingers now.

The sound of hooves and jangling harness broke the spell. Julia went to the window and pushed aside a swathe of curtain with the back of her hand. Far away across the lawn, where the long drive disappeared into the wood, she saw a tired old traveling coach, piled high with luggage and drawn by a team of broken-down job horses, lurching toward the house.

“Is it Eamon?” The voice from the bed was little more than a whisper.

Julia turned back, letting the curtain fall. “Yes.”

Lord Percy closed his eyes. “I will be dead before the sun goes down. Why couldn’t he wait until morning?”

“Because he is cruel.” Julia walked back to the bed.

Only a few weeks ago Grandfather had been as hearty as an oak. But the disease that was wasting his flesh had progressed with terrifying speed. And now here was Eamon, rushing to gloat over a dying man.

Lord Percy’s hand moved anxiously on the counterpane, as if searching for something.

Julia caught it. His fingers were terribly cold. “What do you need?”

He swallowed, then whispered. What he said clearly pained him. “I can no longer protect you.”

Julia sat on the bed, raising the hand she held and kissing the knuckle above the emerald ring that once looked right on a strong hand but now seemed too big. “It is you he has tormented all these years. I mean nothing to him.”

His fingers tightened around hers. “It isn’t only Eamon. There may be others. Julia . . .” He raised his head, and his whispering grew harsh. “Tell no one anything. No one at all. You must pretend—”

“Hush.” Julia pressed his palm to the counterpane, and his head fell back against the pillows. She bent and stroked his high forehead. “I have nothing to tell. I have no secrets.”

“You have no secrets, because you don’t know.” His fierce gaze softened; he let out a long shuddering sigh and closed his eyes. “I am a fool,” he said. “A blind fool.”

“Hush now.” The sound of the approaching carriage was getting louder. “You must remain calm. He is coming.”

His eyes fluttered open. “If only I had time.

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