A SHOOTING STAR
BARBARA CARTLAND
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A SHOOTING STAR
‘I will not be defeated so easily,’ she told herself. ‘Even if they win, I am certain I will find a way to escape.’
Flavia went over to the window and pulled back the curtains.
When she looked out, the moon was just appearing in the darkening sky and the first star was twinkling near it.
She stood looking up at them, feeling that in some way they might help her.
Then suddenly a shooting star sped across the sky and disappeared behind the roofs of the houses.
It was almost as if the Heavens had spoken to her.
The shooting star told her there was always a way out, however frightening the future might seem.
Like the shooting star, she would somehow evade them and they would be unable to catch her.
‘That is what I wanted to know,’ she determined.
She threw back her head and looked up at the sky again.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “Now I know that you are with me and I am no longer alone.”
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She went on writing continuously at this rate for 20 years and wrote her last book at the age of 97, thus completing 400 books between the ages of 77 and 97.
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Titles in this series
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The Cross Of Love
Love In The Highlands
Love Finds The Way
The Castle Of Love
Love Is Triumphant
Stars In The Sky
The Ship Of Love
A Dangerous Disguise
Love Became Theirs
Love Drives In
Sailing To Love
The Star Of Love
Music Is The Soul Of Love
Love In The East
Theirs To Eternity
A Paradise On Earth
Love Wins In Berlin
In Search Of Love
Love Rescues Rosanna
A Heart In Heaven
The House Of Happiness
Royalty Defeated By Love
The White Witch
They Sought Love
Love Is The Reason For Living
They Found Their Way To Heaven
Learning To Love
Journey To Happiness
A Kiss In The Desert
The Heart Of Love
The Richness Of Love
For Ever And Ever
An Unexpected Love
Saved By An Angel
Touching The Stars
Seeking Love
Journey To Love
The Importance Of Love
Love By The Lake
A Dream Come True
The King Without A Heart
The Waters Of Love
Danger To The Duke
A Perfect Way To Heaven
Follow Your Heart
In Hiding
Rivals For Love
A Kiss From The Heart
Lovers In London
This Way To Heaven
A Princess Prays
Mine For Ever
The Earl’s Revenge
Love At The Tower
Ruled By Love
Love Came From Heaven
Love And Apollo
The Keys Of Love
A Castle Of Dreams
A Battle Of Brains
A Change Of Hearts
It Is Love
The Triumph Of Love
Wanted – A Royal Wife
A Kiss Of Love
To Heaven With Love
Pray For Love
The Marquis Is Trapped
Hide And Seek For Love
Hiding from Love
A Teacher Of Love
Money Or Love
The Revelation Is Love
The Tree Of Love
The Magnificent Marquis
The Castle
The Gates of Paradise
A Lucky Star
A Heaven on Earth
The Healing Hand
A Virgin Bride
The Trail to Love
A Royal Love Match
A Steeplechase for Love
Love at Last
Search for a Wife
Secret Love
A Miracle of Love
Love and the Clans
A Shooting Star
The Winning Post is Love
THE LATE DAME BARBARA CARTLAND
Barbara Cartland, who sadly died in May 2000 at the grand age of ninety eight, remains one of the world’s most famous romantic novelists. With worldwide sales of over one billion, her outstanding 723 books have been translated into thirty six different languages, to be enjoyed by readers of romance globally.
Writing her first book ‘Jigsaw’ at the age of 21, Barbara became an immediate bestseller. Building upon this initial success, she wrote continuously throughout her life, producing bestsellers for an astonishing 76 years. In addition to Barbara Cartland’s legion of fans in the UK and acros
s Europe, her books have always been immensely popular in the USA. In 1976 she achieved the unprecedented feat of having books at numbers 1 & 2 in the prestigious B. Dalton Bookseller bestsellers list.
Although she is often referred to as the ‘Queen of Romance’, Barbara Cartland also wrote several historical biographies, six autobiographies and numerous theatrical plays as well as books on life, love, health and cookery. Becoming one of Britain's most popular media personalities and dressed in her trademark pink, Barbara spoke on radio and television about social and political issues, as well as making many public appearances.
In 1991 she became a Dame of the Order of the British Empire for her contribution to literature and her work for humanitarian and charitable causes.
Known for her glamour, style, and vitality Barbara Cartland became a legend in her own lifetime. Best remembered for her wonderful romantic novels and loved by millions of readers worldwide, her books remain treasured for their heroic heroes, plucky heroines and traditional values. But above all, it was Barbara Cartland’s overriding belief in the positive power of love to help, heal and improve the quality of life for everyone that made her truly unique.
“I have often scanned the sky at night for a shooting star to bring me luck. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t, but when a shooting star brings you love, then it is a very special star indeed.”
Barbara Cartland
CHAPTER ONE
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1878
Flavia Linwood gazed dreamily out of the window at the garden and thought she had never seen it look better.
There were flowers everywhere.
After a very cold and wet spring, the temperature had risen with the result that the flowers had bloomed and the weeds had flourished too.
Suddenly the whole place seemed to be transformed from the time of the long winter days.
Flavia loved being in the country and she was sad in some ways that she must now go to London.
Yet she knew that she would enjoy the endless balls and meeting her father’s friends.
Her father had been saying for some time that she must ‘come out’ in a traditional Season, as it was only the mourning after her mother’s death that had prevented her from being a debutante the previous year.
Queen Victoria had made the period of mourning of great Social significance and very lengthy – people were afraid to enjoy themselves if there had been a death in the family and they were to be dressed at all times in black.
Flavia, however, was thinking that most of all she would miss the horses she rode every morning, as well as swimming in the lake at the end of the garden, which she had done this ever since she was a child and some people thought this very strange on the part of a young girl.
But London was waiting for her.
When the maid came in to call her, she told her that the carriage had been ordered for nine-thirty.
“I’ll have to hurry, Betsy,” Flavia exclaimed. “As Papa will be annoyed if I arrive later than he expects.”
“We’ll miss you, Miss Flavia,” the maid muttered. “But it be real right and proper for you to ’ave your time in London. It ought to ’ave been last year, but for your dear mother’s passin’ – God rest ’er soul.”
Flavia did not answer and after she had washed, she dressed quickly.
She dressed in her very smart clothes that had been bought especially for her to travel to London.
One of her many aunts flattered herself that she had good taste and had gone to the most expensive shops in Bond Street for Flavia’s ‘coming out’ wardrobe.
She was nearly nineteen and almost too old to be a debutante.
But, as she had not been able to appear at any of the balls last year, she was going to make up for it now.
She certainly looked extremely smart and elegant in a blue dress that reminded her of the forget-me-nots in the garden and she wore a hat to match trimmed with flowers.
“You look so lovely, Miss Flavia, you do really,” Betsy sighed, “and we’ll miss you till you be back with us again.”
Flavia smiled at Betsy, who had looked after her ever since she had given up having a nanny.
“I’ll miss you all at The Priory too, but don’t forget we will come back whenever Papa is free and at least I will be home at the end of the summer.”
Downstairs her breakfast was waiting for her and, as she finished eating, she heard the family carriage drawn by two fine horses coming round to the front door.
Her trunks were piled onto the top of the carriage and fastened to the back.
When she was finally ready to depart, the servants all came crowding into the hall to say goodbye to her.
There was the housekeeper, Mrs. Nelson, who ruled upstairs with a rod of iron.
There was their dependable cook, Mrs. Ruck, who had reigned supreme in the kitchen for over twenty years.
There was the old butler, Parkinson, who had given her sweetmeats in the pantry when she was old enough to toddle in to see him.
There were housemaids and scullions, footmen and nightwatchmen, all to see her off.
Flavia shook hands with each one of them and then Parkinson helped her into the carriage.
The senior housemaid, who was traveling with her followed closely behind.
As the horses started to move, there were cries of,
“Good luck, miss! Come home soon!”
Then they were driving down the long avenue of oak trees towards the lodge gates.
“I hate leaving home,” Flavia said more to herself than to Martha, the housemaid.
“We’ll all miss you,” remarked Martha, “but, Miss Flavia, you mustn’t forget the ’ouse in Grosvenor Square also be your home.”
“That is what Papa says, but I have been there so seldom that I can hardly remember what it’s like.”
“You’ll soon remember, miss, once you’re there, and I expects when it’s time for you to return ’ome to The Priory, you’ll be feelin’ the other way round.”
“I think that’s very unlikely,” said Flavia. “What I mind more than anything else is leaving the horses.”
“You’ll be ridin’ in Rotten Row in London, miss, and very smart it be too from what I ’ears.”
“I cannot believe it is as much fun as galloping over the fields and riding through the woods,” Flavia insisted.
Martha did not answer and Flavia stared out of the window at the passing countryside.
It would take only three hours to reach London.
She had often wondered why, after her mother died, her father did not come home more often. He could have easily done so, seeing how short the journey was.
Then she remembered his explanation that he was continually required at Windsor Castle, which was in the other direction.
Linwood Priory had originally been the home of monks, who had inhabited the house for a hundred years before the Dissolution of the Monasteries.
Then it had reverted to the Church when Queen Elizabeth came to the throne, but it had become private at the end of her reign. She had honoured one of the early Linwoods, who had been of great support to her personally, by making a gift of The Priory to him.
And it became traditional in the family that they should always be in attendance at the Seat of Power and at the beck and call of the Monarch.
It was therefore not surprising that Queen Victoria was constantly seeking the advice of Lord Linwood.
He was very conscious of his own importance and with him duty always came first.
If his only daughter suffered because of his duty, he felt that she would understand, as if the Queen wanted him, he must at once be at Her Majesty’s side.
Flavia had therefore felt when her mother died that she had lost not only one parent but two, and she had often wondered whether her mother had realised how much her father longed to be in London.
And how much he yearned to be in attendance at the Seat of Power.
But now, almost like a distant trumpet call, h
e had told Flavia to come to London.
Because her year of mourning was over there was no possible excuse for her not to obey him.
Everyone at The Priory, however, had felt ashamed, although they did not say so openly. It was wrong, they muttered over and over again among themselves, that Miss Flavia was so much alone.
Even if she still had to mourn for her mother, there should have been plenty of girls of her own age to keep her company.
Now, however, at the end of May, she had been freed.
Her father had duly sent for her to come to London exactly one day after her year of mourning was over.
‘I suppose really,’ she thought, ‘I am feeling a little shy and nervous at going into the Social world after living so quietly in the country.’
After a moment another thought entered her head,
‘Papa said I was to hurry. I wonder why.’
But as the carriage rumbled on, she knew it was no use discussing this with Martha.
The maid had closed her eyes and if she was not asleep, she obviously had no wish to talk and Flavia rather suspected that she felt sick in a carriage.
The horses were fresh and, as the roads were dry, they were moving at a fast rate towards London.
They stopped at a large coaching inn at luncheon time and Mr. Masters, Lord Linwood’s private secretary in the country, had ordered a private room where Flavia could enjoy her luncheon.
She would much rather have eaten in the dining room with the other guests. It would have been interesting to see them and know who else was travelling as she was.
But it was no use her arguing against what was considered right and proper by her father.
She was well aware that because her maid was with her rather than a relative or a friend, it was correct that they should eat alone in a private room.
The luncheon was edible if rather dull and so they did not stay long.
As they set off again, Flavia told herself she must feel excited at nearing London and seeing her father and becoming a debutante that Season.
“Otherwise I will be too old, Papa,” she had said when he talked to her about it.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he had responded. “You are still only eighteen and, whilst some debutantes make their debut at seventeen, the correct age is eighteen.”
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