by Anna Jacobs
‘Not,’ said Lord Tarnly, looking Sewell straight in the eye, ‘until you have agreed to make restitution to the people your father cheated out of money. Otherwise,’ he let the word hang in the air for a moment, ‘I shall be forced to resort to the law.’
‘Oh, yes. Of course, of course. Whatever you say, your lordship.’
Will watched Sewell step back. The man didn’t look happy at that, and Will wasn’t happy, either. Money wouldn’t make up for his father’s death. And yet - there was still the Manor to restore. His spirits lifted as he suddenly realised he’d now be able to make a proper contribution.
He put an arm round his wife and gave her a quick hug, as Mrs Jenks came forward and helped Parson on to the trap, wrapping him in a thick blanket.
‘You must come home with us, Mr Rogers,’ Sarah said. ‘It’s much nearer and you’re chilled to the bone. You, too, Mrs Jenks.’
They nodded agreement. It was not a night for being alone.
Sarah waited to mount the trap herself, her eyes on Will, who had gone over to give instructions to some of the villagers. Even the Haplins were listening intently and nodding.
She smiled, something she’d not have believed possible earlier. Tonight Will had said he loved her in front of everyone, and she would treasure that memory for the rest of her life. She knew he wouldn’t often be able to express his feelings for her in words, for he was a man of action, and she knew just as clearly that his affections, once given, wouldn’t change.
Tomorrow she would share with him the other news which would, she was sure, gladden his soul. There would be no Mr Sewell to blight this coming child’s life and she was suddenly gloriously certain sure that she would bear it safely.
As Will turned and walked back towards her, she couldn’t wait, but ran into his arms, laughing and crying at once, and raising her face for his kiss.
Mr Rogers allowed Mistress Jenks to tuck the blanket more securely around him and watched them in delight, settling back with a sigh of relief. Strange, he thought, dear Sarah looks quite beautiful tonight. A trick of the light, perhaps.
He watched benignly as Will helped his wife up into the vehicle. Suddenly the world seemed full of moonlight and peace. He bent his head for a moment. Thank you, dear Lord, for saving my flock and for bringing Will the happiness he deserves.
On the front seat of the trap, Sarah nestled against her husband as he told the tired horse to walk forward. She was going home, where she would be able to sleep in safety. And after today, they would begin a new and more peaceful life together.
At that moment she wouldn’t have swapped places with Queen Caroline herself.
Copyright © 2001 by Anna Jacobs
Originally published by Severn House [0727857754]
Electronically published in 2012 by Belgrave House
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