Terror in the Sun

by Barbara Cartland

  To Brucena the whole idea was an enchantment that left her breathless with excitement.

  It was growing late when the train stopped at the small Station where they were to leave it.

  William Sleeman s friends who had lent them their bungalow were in Bombay, but their servants had brought a carriage to the Station and they collected their luggage from the guard’s van and their other belongings from the carriage.

  They drove in the cool of the evening through a wooded countryside to a white bungalow built on the side of a small lake. It was surrounded with flowers and Brucena gave a cry of delight when she saw it.

  Then, as the servants brought them cool drinks, they stood side by side on the verandah. There was the glory of the sunset dyeing the lake and the long sandbanks with gold.

  Every tree and canebrake became the colour of a warm glowing apricot, a prelude to the swift opal twilight.

  “It is so lovely” Brucena murmured.

  “And so are you, my darling,” Ian replied and there was a note in his voice that made her heart beat tumultuously in her breast.

  When Brucena went to her bedroom a little later, she found it attractive and very comfortable. The large bedstead in the centre of it, draped with white mosquito curtains, looked like an ancient galleon and made her blush.

  She stood for a moment thinking that it was the first time that she and Ian would have together and therefore she must somehow make it personal.

  She had already thought of this amidst the thrill of planning her Wedding and in her luggage packed especially for use on the journey she had included a miniature of her mother and a beautifully embroidered bedcover.

  This Amelie had made of muslin ribbon and lace and it had been intended, she said, as a Christmas present for someone in Mauritius.

  Instead she had given it to Brucena and with it there was a little lace pillow with love-knots in each of its four corners.

  When Brucena had arranged these on the bedspread, she felt that it gave the room a touch that was a part of herself.

  She also had with her a present that she thought was more precious than anything else that she had received, the carved whistle that Azim had given her just before they left.

  She knew that it was his most treasured possession and she therefore must not hurt him by refusing it.

  As she laid it beside her mother’s portrait, she told herself that she would keep it all her life and perhaps one day tell her children of how it came to be hers.

  She looked round her with a little sigh of satisfaction. Then, because she thought that Ian would be waiting for her, she let the Indian maid help her change into her prettiest evening gown. As she had no jewellery, she arranged a white orchid in her hair.

  There was an obvious look of admiration and love in his eyes when she went into the sitting room to find that he had changed into the evening dress of the Bengal Lancers.

  “Now I know why I have waited for half a century,” he said, “but it has been worth it!”

  “Have I been very long?” Brucena asked. “I wanted to look pretty for you – tonight.”

  “‘Pretty’ is a very inadequate word to describe you, my lovely one,” he replied.

  The servants were waiting to serve their dinner and so there was no chance for him to kiss her. Yet, as they sat opposite each other, Brucena felt that she was close in his arms and their eyes said all the things that their lips could not say.

  What they ate or drank she had no idea. She only knew that she was living in an enchanted world where there were only two people, Ian and herself.

  When they went back into the sitting room, the oil lamps filled it with a soft golden light while outside the stars covered the Heavens with a jewel-like brilliance.

  There were so many things to talk about, so many things she wanted to know that only Ian could tell her and the time slipped by.

  When finally she realised that it was getting late, Brucena found her voice dying away and she knew by the expression on Ian’s face that there was no more need for conversation.

  He put out his hands and drew her to her feet.

  “It is time you went to bed, my precious one,” he said, “and I told your maid not to wait on you, as I want us to be alone.”

  ‘That – is what I want – too,’ Brucena wanted to say, but she felt shy.

  Instead she hid her face against his neck.

  He kissed her hair and then with his arms round her he drew her across the passage and into the bedroom.

  Here there was only one little oil lamp burning beside the bed.

  It shone on the lace cover and on the small lace pillow perched bravely on the large white linen one.

  There was a smile on Ian’s lips as he looked at his wife.

  Then he took the white orchid from Brucena’s hair and pulled out the pins so that it fell over her shoulders in a golden cloud.

  “That is how I saw you the night you were so frightened when you ran into me in the passage,” he said. “Although you were terror-struck, I thought that no woman could look more beautiful or be so soft and sweet and enchanting in every way.”

  “You – kissed me,” Brucena whispered, “without asking if – you might do so.”

  “It was very remiss of me,” he laughed, “but I obeyed an uncontrollable impulse, which I have never since regretted.”

  “I have – never regretted it – either,” Brucetia murmured, “but I have often wondered if I had not been so frightened at that particular moment – whether you would have kissed me – or have been sure that you – loved me.”

  “I was sure of myself but not of you,” he answered. “I thought perhaps you still hated me.”

  “I loved you – although I did not – know it.”

  “And now?”

  “I love you with all my heart!”

  “That is what I want you to say.”

  Then, as his lips met hers, she felt him undoing the buttons at the back of her gown –

  *

  Later, very much later, when there was only the music of the night and the beat of Ian’s heart, Brucena asked him,

  “Is it – possible to be so – happy and not – die of the wonder of it?”

  “You are very much alive, my precious one,” Ian said, drawing her closer and kissing her forehead. “Have I really made you happy?”

  “So happy that I am – afraid.”

  “Afraid?” he questioned.

  “That I shall wake up and find it is – all a dream! “How can all this – be real?”

  “It is real, that I promise you.”

  “Everything that has happened to us is just like a story in a book,” Brucena sighed. “First, that you should be so brave and so wonderful. Then that you should love me and lastly that we should be married. Oh, Ian, tell me it is true!”

  He laughed gently and his lips moved over the softness of her skin.

  “I will keep proving my love,” he responded, “until you are absolutely convinced in every corner of your mind that you are mine, completely and absolutely mine. The story of our love is as true as it is true that we are in India and the whole great Continent is ours.”

  “Supposing you become too – grand and I – lose you?”

  “Do you think that is likely?” he asked. “My darling, you forget that one of the main reasons that I am grander now than I was last month is entirely due to you.”

  His mouth moved along her eyelids before he continued,

  “They say a successful man always has a woman behind him, pushing him up the ladder of success. And that is what you have done for me.”

  “I am glad – so very – very glad.”

  Ian turned her face up to his.

  “We are neither of us going to get so grand,” he said, “that we grow away from each other or the people who matter. There will always be Azims in India who will need our help and support. There will always be wrongs to be righted and Thugs in one form or another to be suppressed.”

  “
You will let me – help you? Brucena asked him quickly.

  “I am not only going to let you, but I insist on it,” Ian replied. “Your quickness of thought and your presence of mind has saved me already and will, I just know, save me again.”

  ‘“I do not – want to think of you being in – danger.”

  “It may play a small part in our lives,” he said seriously, “but if you use that special instinct of yours, sweet darling, I would trust you in any emergency.”

  “Oh, Ian, I am glad – so very very glad,” Brucena cried. “I want to be the right – sort of wife for you. I want to feel that you can rely on me.”

  “I know I can,” he answered.

  “Amelie is the right sort of wife for Cousin William. At first I could not understand why she did not fuss and fume every time he left her. Then I clearly knew why when I was waiting for you the other night in that horrible little tent.”

  “Why?” Ian asked.

  “Amelie believes implicitly,” Brucena answered, “in William and in God and it makes her sure that, whatever danger he is in, he will come back to her.”

  She drew a deep breath.

  “I will do the same, I believe in you – my marvellous husband and – in God.”

  Ian held her very close against him.

  Then he said in a voice that told her that he was deeply moved,

  “Could any woman be more wonderful? I adore you for the things you say to me for your thoughts that are like stars shining in the darkness. I also find your softness and your beauty irresistible, because every perfect part of you belongs to me.”

  “I am – yours – all yours.”

  She spoke with a note of passion in her voice because Ian’s hand was touching her and she felt the little fire that he had awakened in her earlier rising again in her breasts.

  As if he felt it too, he laid her gently against the pillows so that she was on her back, looking up at him.

  In the flickering fight of the oil lamp he could see her eyes wide and excited and, he thought, with a little touch of fire in their depths.

  His hand became more insistent and Brucena raised her lips to his, wanting him to kiss her and wanting the closeness that she knew he wanted too.

  “You have bewitched me,” Ian smiled a little unsteadily.

  Then his lips were on her lips and his heart was beating against her heart.

  They were no longer two people but one and there was no more darkness or terror but only the Divine Love that casts out fear.

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