Death Marks: Chapter 6

Death Marks: Chapter 6

Uncompromising, gritty, thrilling, and not for the faint hearted! British detectives suspect a serial killer is on the loose. With the support of American profiler Dr Tessa Davies, they soon realize that this could be the work of a druidic sect.

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Death Marks

Chapter 6

Keeping his face composed, Redd nodded. ‘Mrs. Woodhouse? May we come in?’

Opening the door wider, the woman grimaced. ‘I suppose you’d betta.’ She led them down a narrow passageway through to the lounge. Dove wrinkled her nose at the stench of unflushed toilets, cigarettes, and fragmented joints, let alone clumps of dirty clothes strewn over chairs. They stepped around plates with the remains of last night’s takeaway.

‘Sorry about the mess, ain’t got around to cleaning yet.’ She fiddled with the ponytail. Dove hovered by the door, not wanting to sit down, while Redd sat on a wooden dining chair.

Fumbling in a pocket in her leggings, the woman pulled out a packet of cigarettes. ‘Want one?’

Redd smiled, ‘no thanks’

Grunting, she reached over for the cigarette lighter. Dove’s eyes widened as Regina’s short skirt rode up to reveal a naked crotch. Oh, God, couldn’t the woman cover herself up. ‘Want a cuppa?’

Dove glanced through to the kitchen, at the sink piled high with dirty dishes, ‘No thank you, I’ve only just had one.’ Shaking his head, Redd muttered something about not being thirsty.

Leaning forward, he said, ‘Regina, can I call you Regina?’

The woman, busy sucking down smoke, nodded.

‘We want to talk to your daughter Delle.’

‘She ain’t my daughter no more, little slag.’

Redd frowned, ‘I see. Do you know where Delle is?’

‘Nah, ain’t seen her in months. Don’t want to either.’

‘Why is that?’

‘She only went and did it with my partner. Little slut.’

 ‘So where is your partner?’

‘Kicked ‘im out and her, both of them. They thought I was working the late shift, but I just pretended to go to work. Silly twats.’ Regina puffed furiously. ‘Fucking in me bed, Gave them a bloody good hiding. Threw ‘em out, didn’t I?’

‘So you have no idea where she might be?’

‘No, and don’t want to – the little bitch.’

‘Regina, have you any photos of Delle?’

‘Yeah, I stashed ‘em away. Couldn’t bear the sight of ‘em.’

Getting up, she went to the sideboard, opening the top drawer, bringing out a photo of a young girl, her pretty face tanned, long black hair waving over her shoulders. As she brought it back, Regina said, ‘Yeah, that was in Lanzarote, the ungrateful little shit.’

Examining the photo, Redd said, how old is she now?’

‘Twenty-one. Why?’

Redd evaded the question. ‘Can I borrow this?’

‘Yeah, I ain’t got no use for it.’

‘Did Delle have any boyfriends her age?’

‘Nah, she was too busy fucking my partner.’

‘Regina, do you mind if we have a look at her room?’

‘Call me Reggie. Don’t like Regina; it rhymes with you know what?’ She winked at him, her hand going to her hair. ‘It’s just across the hall, wait a moment; I’ll show yer.’

As she struggled again to rise from the chair, Dove watched the legs opening. She rushed forward, putting a hand on the woman’s arm. ‘No, you sit there now, Reggie; we’ll manage thank you.’

Redd managed a smile. ‘Thanks, Reggie.’

Dove followed him to the bedroom. They gazed up at posters of heavy-metal bands. Looking at the black duvet with scarlet lace frills and black lace pillows, she noticed a large mirror on the far wall, facing the bed. Moving to the dressing table top, small and white with gilt handles, they searched through potions, lotions, perfumes, and makeup. Picking up a bright crimson lipstick, Redd pocketed it, while Dove plucked at black hairs on the hairbrush. Reaching for her handbag, she pulled out a plastic exhibits bag. Sealing it, she said, ‘These should help with the DNA.’

Redd’s eyes scoured the small bedroom. ‘Let’s hope she’s left us some leads. A photo or DNA of Dave Baker would be handy.’ He pulled out the top drawer and carried it to the bed, emptied out the contents onto the duvet, and went to a chest of drawers. Together they searched through combs, hairgrips, tickets, tampons, and a half-used packet of birth pills.

Holding them up, Dove murmured, ‘She did leave in a hurry.’

Shaking his head, Redd went to the second drawer, emptying the contents onto the bed.

Sorting through panties, thongs, bras, and tights, Dove said, ‘Mahoney was right if the victim is Delle, she was petite. These are a size eight.’

They searched through more sweaters and nightwear consisting of sheer tops again, no sign of a lead. Lifting out the last pair of tights, Dove picked up a frayed pink ticket. ‘Look, Guv might be something here.’ Reading the small print, she said, ‘it’s “Saturdays,” a nightclub on the pier. I know the place. You have to be a member to get in.’

Redd’s jaw bunched. ‘Right, let’s go.’

After replacing everything in the drawers, they returned to the smoke-filled lounge; Redd sat down on the chair, looking steadily at Regina. ‘I wonder if you could help us a bit further, Reggie. Do you know of any distinguishing marks on Delle’s body?’

The color drained from the woman’s face. ‘Wot d’you mean?’

‘Well, any marks that might help us to possibly—’

‘You’re talking about the couple in the papers, ain’t yer?’

‘Your daughter may be able to help us in our inquiries. ‘

The woman’s eyes narrowed. ‘You’d better be telling me the truth, mate.’ She lit up another cigarette, her hand slightly shaking. ‘Well, she ain’t got a mark on her; she has lovely skin, little minx.’

Dove noticed a tone of protection creeping into Reggie’s voice. Walking to the car, she said, ‘that was difficult.’

Redd nodded. ‘You can’t drag every possible witness in to view a headless body. If it is Delle’s body, then we know she’s only recently had the tattoos.’

‘You think the unsubs did those?’

‘Could be. Redd frowned. ‘Did you notice how tidy Delle’s bedroom was? Neat, the carpet pristine clean, not a mark on the dressing table or chest of drawers.’

‘Yes, she’d kept everything too. However, the rest of the flat was a pit.’

‘Just shows, doesn’t it, for all Reggie’s hate talk, that room is ready for Delle to return.’

‘Let’s hope it doesn’t become a shrine.’

Seeing the boys still sitting on the curb near the car, Redd took out the peaked cap from his pocket. ‘Here, thanks.’

Seeing another five-pound note in the cap, the boy grinned. ‘Thanks, Guv, that’s sick.’


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Death Marks

Chapter 5

The Present

Frustrated, Redd pushed the file to one side. He looked up, as Dove in a fresh blue top matching the denim skirt, entered the office. His voice tense, he said, ‘It’s nearly four days now. Forensics are taking their bloody time.’

Tiredness painted violet shadows beneath her eyes. ‘The teams are searching the hills around the forest, boss, got the  Chichester stations on it as well; then there are volunteers going over every blade of grass.’

‘What about O’Connell and Owen?’

‘They’ve covered all the dives, massage parlors, brothels, and the surrounding districts; Brighton, Littlehampton, Bognor, Chichester, bugger all. It seems we’re dealing with ghosts.’

‘People are zipping up. Don’t want to draw attention; these are vicious killers.’

‘Yeah, even the snitches don’t wanna know.’

‘Christ, you’d think with such grisly murders, there’d be someone with a conscience.’

‘Everyone’s scared, stiff, Sir. I mean entrails? Sounds like a voodoo sacrifice. People don’t want to be seen talking to the Plod. It might be their head rolling in the Downs. ‘

‘Yeah, it isn’t in the papers yet, but everyone knows. At least we’ve managed to keep the decapitations under wraps. Jack’s checking out the mobsters and gang leaders. He speaks the language.’

‘Prossies just button up when you go near them. Uniforms say they’re frightened; they don’t want their knee caps broken.’

As Dove handed him a steaming cup of coffee, he said, ‘chase toxicology, they promised they’d rush it through, what the fuck’s wrong with them, got their heads up their arses?’

Dove remained silent, now used to the boss’s flare-ups. ‘It’s as silent as a graveyard out there.’

‘Yeah. Four days and nothing. I thought with the Baker boy we might be getting somewhere.’

The internal phone buzzed. ‘Huh, Michele. Yes?’

Dove listened on the intercom. ‘Guv, the desk has a woman on the line. Says she knows the Baker boy met a new girl.’

Redd glanced over to Dove, giving a thumbs up, his eyes brightening. ‘Put her on.’

The girl’s voice held a tremor as she spoke over the intercom. ‘You the dick in charge of the murder case?’

‘Yes, speaking.’

‘Well, I knew the guy who got done in, my friend went to a night-club with him. I have not seen her around for about a week or so, you know. I’m getting worried.’

‘Have you her name and address?’

‘Delle Woodhouse, Trevelyan Heights, Flat 6. St. George’s Block.’

Redd grabbed a pen, scribbling it down. ‘Okay, thank you and your name and address, please.’

The girl’s voice rose; her fear was evident. ‘I told the plod on the desk I ain’t giving out my name and stuff. I’m only trying to help.’

‘We’ll only contact you if it’s necessary, okay?

‘Alright, Tracy Thomas. 12 Coxgrove Street, Brighton.’

‘We’ll need your phone and cell numbers, please.’ The phone went dead. ‘Damn. She’s put the phone down on me.’ Dialing through to the desk, he said, ‘Trace that call I just had, Sergeant.’

Looking at Dove, he said, ‘bet she gave a false address. Fuck. Let’s get going.’ Pushing his chair back, Redd reached for his jacket.

‘I expect her cell was a throwaway.’

Trevelyan Heights was the product of a nanny government scheme. Once the Town Council’s joy, it was the dream of some anal-retentive architect from the seventies. His idea of outré design being a rectangular box wrapped in concrete. The trailblazing squares and angles now jutted out stark and grey, the cracked plaster-like barnacles on a dead whale.

Getting out of the car, Redd looked over the sleek lines of his pride and joy, an Audi A6 Coupe, brilliant black. He wanted it to remain bright black, so he sauntered over to a couple of teenagers sitting on the kerb, their hands swiftly disappearing into pockets, faces contorted, as they tried to swallow the smoke. Redd smiled, his expression bland, as he smelt the cannabis. ‘Hey, want to earn a fiver – just watch the wheels, okay?’

The kid with a number one haircut and bum fluff goatee screwed up his eyes; the obligatory peaked cap pulled down to his eyes. ‘You having a laugh? Tenner more like it.’

Raising his eyebrows, Redd held out the fiver. ‘Last chance.’

The kid stood up, hand outstretched, the fiver disappearing into his top pocket. As Redd turned, he swiftly whipped off the boy’s cap and grabbed his wrist looking at the tattoo that marked him as a Red Cut Gang member. ‘Just for insurance.’

As they walked away, Dove heard the boy say, ‘Fucking filth, do his fucking car in.’

Dove muttered, ‘should have given the little bastards a tenner.’

Redd shook his head, waving the cap. ‘Nah, they know we’re police; they won’t chance me hauling them in.’

After ringing the bell twice, the peeling blue painted door remained closed. Dove looked through the small window covered with a grimy net curtain. ‘Someone’s just turned down the sound on the TV.’

Ringing again, Redd flicked open the letterbox. ‘Open up, police.’

Silence reigned. Irritated, Redd shouted again, ‘Look, we know you’re in there. Come on, open up.’

Hearing shuffling footsteps, they stood back as the door opened. A woman in her late thirties, with thinning brown hair dragged back in a ponytail, peered at them, ‘Yeah?’

‘Chief Inspector Redd and Detective Sergeant Dove. We need to speak to you.’

‘You wanna ask about that slag of a daughter of mine, don’cha?’


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Death Marks

Chapter 4

Flickering lights flaring from brass sconces gave a soft sheen to mahogany paneled walls. A huge chandelier shimmering with crystal teardrops enhanced the baroque plastered ceiling. Deep maroon curtains covered arched windows blocking out the evil within. A center table covered with a white linen cloth stretched the length of the room. Death gleamed in the cut crystal glasses and solid silver candlesticks. As the diners, a mixture of men and women, helped themselves to brandy and liqueurs, a tall man, his silver hair gleaming under the light, rose to his feet and tapped a decanter.

‘Ovates, your attention, please. I hope you enjoyed the sumptuous repast cooked by our very own chef Monsieur De Clef.’ At that moment, a rotund chef entered, goatee beard immaculate, overalls pristine white; his tall white chef’s hat slightly cocked to one side. Bowing, his small teeth shone in a wide smile. The diners clapped heartily, at which point he bowed again and left the room.

His face composed, the Chief Druid Adakan addressed the assembly. ‘I regret to inform you that the first stage of our initiations failed. We will now return to the Grove to address the matter.’

Silently, the company rose as one, their faces grave, as they walked in single file through huge mahogany doors. In a small anteroom, off the great dining hall, they swiftly divested themselves of their formal dining clothes, displaying bodies covered with tattoos of ancient Celtic spirals. Naked, they donned black hooded cowls and followed Adakan to the sacred place in the depths of the Manor house.

The rough-hewn stone walls of the immense cavern glistened, with the smell of beeswax wafting from candles flickering in wrought-iron sconces. Several wolfhounds stood panting in one corner as their handlers held them back by steel linked lashes.

On divesting their cowls, the members stood by velvet cushions placed upon the floor, their heads bowed, waiting for the Chief Druid to mount a podium carved with oak leaves. Ascending the steps, he stood tall and proud, naked except for a wreath of oak leaves and mistletoe. From his studded leather belt hung a sword sheathed in an ornate scabbard. He gestured for them to sit. Bowing, they obeyed, those more limber sat on the stone floor, crossing their legs, hands resting on their knees. Three men and one woman entered, carrying a drum, whistle, and reed pipes in the silence that followed.

Once assembled, Adakan said, ‘sadly, the first stage of offerings to our Lady of the Earth failed. Our chosen maiden did not give the oracle. His voice lifted, ‘Ovate Hagnivior defiled her, our virgin, our Oracle.’ His voice rose to a scream, ‘bring forth the sinner.’

Four men, masked and clad in black loincloths, decorated their leather armlets with steel spikes. Carrying knives, with cutlasses lashed to leather waist belts, they bowed to Adakan. They watched in silence as the Ovates dragged in a cowering figure, throwing him down before the speaker whose voice filled the cavern.  ‘Sinner, confess, confess now.’

The figure shuddered. ‘I didn’t mean to … it was the drugs.’

Adakan turned toward the man, holding him down. ‘Ovate Bleiki, tell us how you learned of this sacrilege?’

‘The Ovate Hagnivior was in charge of the chosen virgin. But I was suspicious of him when I saw him take the woman to his house. As the back door was unlocked, I crept in and watched him take her down to the cellar. I went outside to the garden, where I could see them through the cellar window’s iron bars. I saw him fuck the virgin. She – she enjoyed it.’

Adakan’s face suffused with rage, the pale skin a shade whiter, his grey eyes as hard as slate, as he shouted at the cringing ovate. ‘You despoiled our virgin, the maiden was chosen to be the Oracle; you insulted our Mother of the Earth. As your Chief Druid, I sentence you —’

The figure raised an arm, screeching, ‘no, please. I won’t —

‘Be silent. You do not deserve an honorable death.’ Adakan roared.  ‘We will sever your limbs from your body, one by one, and you will watch the hounds eat them here before you. Your head will be severed from your filthy body. Your brain will be food for the crows, your skull cleansed by the virgins. I, your leader, servant to the Great Earth Mother, will take great pleasure in drinking from your skull. No-one defiles the virgin, our Oracle.’

‘Mercy master, mercy, I beg you, I will not do it again, I—’

‘Silence, you cur.  Sternly he stepped from the lectern and walked slowly to a large throne carved with the ancient Celtic symbols.

Seated, he cleared his throat. ‘Everyone rise to witness the fate of the virgin. She, faithless woman, will become the whore to the denizens of hell.’

 The Ovates dutifully rose to their feet, covering their heads with the hoods, and stood quite still.

As Adakan pounded his iron staff on the floor, two women in white silken robes entered either side of a young woman sobbing and pleading for mercy. The room was hushed to a deathly silence broken only by her piteous pleas.

The drums began softly thrumming as the women stepped aside. Reed pipes played softly above the drums as two of the leather-clad men came forward. One held her delicate arms whilst the other stood behind her, his steel sword raised. The reed pipes now screeched above the drums as Adakan nodded. In that split second, the sword flashed in the light of the flares. Swift and silent, it came down, severing her head from her body. The Ovates standing near raised their hands to catch the spurting blood, reverently painting a bloody oval on their foreheads.

No one cried or moved; only the sobbing of the Ovate broke the dreadful silence.  

A woman stepped forward and gently placed a sprig of mistletoe in the dead girl’s mouth and gently closing it.

With grim faces, the four leather-clad men gathered around the penitent, now gibbering with terror, scrabbling on all fours away from his executioners.

Two of the men held him down whilst the other two prepared their weapons. Some group members lowered their eyes as one of the executioners raised the struggling, sobbing ovate’s arm out from his body, at which point, the axe came down, severing his left limb at the shoulder. Upon Adakan raising his hand, one of the leather-clad men threw the twitching limb to the hounds who snapped, ripped, and chewed the bloody flesh. The Ovate’s screams rent the air, knives, and cutlasses sparkling, falling on the flesh and limbs of the accused, the blood arcing, splattering his attackers. The squish of severed limbs filled the cavern, followed by the crunch of bones on steel. As the Ovate’s head and torso sobbed, grunted, twitched, and wriggled on the stone floor, Adakan nodded to one of the men, who bent over and skewered the skull, pulling out the grey matter slipping and slithering near his feet. He looked up to Adakan, who signaled for him to put the wretch out of his agony. In one swoop of the axe, the deed was done, and the Ovate’s torso lay still, whilst Adakan examined the head. Most of the Ovates looked on gravely, knowing this was their fate if they broke the rules.

Raising his hand, Adakan said, ‘gather round; we shall read the signs of his wicked crime.’

In silence, the Ovates watched as the body was ripped open, and the senior Ovates searched for signs of the accused crimes in the organs, each artery a portent. Adakan stood right over him. ‘You see the signs; the man is guilty of crimes against our Lady Mother Earth. We will not demean the Gods by reading for goodly omens or marking the entrails.’ Turning, he said, ‘Ovate Fjorn place the mistletoe in the fiend’s mouth, and let there be an end to this.’

The reed pipes faded away with the last drum beat as the four executioners gathered the bloody detritus into a leather bag. Bowing to the Chief Druid, they left the cavern.

His voice silky, Adakan said, ‘he will reincarnate as the lowest of the low, a mere slug or fly. I will pass you over to Ovate Bleiki.’

Bleiki walked to the podium beside the dais. ‘Now we must discuss our search for another chosen. We must find two more worthy. It will be difficult to use the same Grove to place our offerings, but there is another similar near a barrow mound, early Neolithic. It is just below the summit of the Downs so that it will be an auspicious site. We must mollify the Gods at the first opportunity.’

He nodded as another Ovate raised his hand. ‘Yes, I have heard of it; pagans and the neo-druids alike use the ground.’

‘How the neo-druids can even use the name Druid is blasphemy. They follow a different path. First, we must find a suitable companion to escort the defiled woman to hell. It must be some inconspicuous young man. Now, we need to decide how we will procure the next Oracle. This time we should look for those with more merit. After all, these are sacred offerings.’

A voice rang out from the back of the group. ‘You are right. Maybe this is a sign from The Mother, that the offerings were not acceptable.’

Clasping her hands over a rotund belly, a woman said, ‘We should keep to those who blaspheme against nature, despoiling the body of Mother Earth with their scientific experiments. They should serve as an example, as well as an offering.’

The Chief Druid smiled, ‘Good point, Ovate Asleifra.’

Ovate Bleiki spoke up, ‘I think we should refine our search for the Oracle among those who live alone, or young couples setting up home together. They are less likely to be missed.’

Adakan pursed his lips, ‘So be it. I think a nightclub or bar near the university would be advantageous. Ovate Braddulfr that is more your scene. See to it.’

He then turned to a tall man stroking a lock of dirty-blond hair over a balding pate. ‘Do the police suspect anyone at this time?

‘The male head is identified, but forensics has not come up with anything as yet.’


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Death Marks: Chapter 3

Uncompromising, gritty, thrilling, and not for the faint hearted! British detectives suspect a serial killer is on the loose. With the support of American profiler Dr Tessa Davies, they soon realize that this could be the work of a druidic sect.

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Death Marks

Chapter 3

Redd parked the car in a quiet country lane, just outside the village of Angmering in the South Downs. Grimacing, he murmured, ‘no lurid details, scare the shit out of them.’

Looking at the verdant hedgerow, Dove glowered as if she would say anything. Scents from honeysuckle and cowslip wafted from the lush hawthorn and buckthorn bushes. Water trickling over stones in a stream covered with ferns broke the silence. The flagstone path curved to the front door with dog roses climbing around the gabled porch. Dove frowned; how could violence exist here?

A woman opened the door, short and plump, with brown hair parted to one side. Hope glimmered in a slight smile. From the photo, she knew he was dead, knew they came to confirm it. Yet, hope ignores reason.

‘Mrs. Baker?’

‘You got here quick.’

‘Yes, ma’am. Detective Chief Inspector Redd and Detective Sergeant Dove. May we come in?’

‘Yes, this way.’

She ushered them through to a tiny hallway, the old red quarry tiles brightly polished. The lounge, small and quaint, boasted an oak-beamed ceiling, yellowed by the fire, the lime and wattle walls curving over with age. The woman gestured for them to sit down in old chairs covered in chintz.

‘Mrs. Baker, you say the photo resembles your son. We would like you to come to the station to identify him.’ Redd took out his notebook.

‘Was it an accident? Is it bad? Is he…?’

‘We just need you to have a look—’

‘It may not be him. He sometimes goes missing for a week or so; he’s a good lad….’ Her voice trailed away.

 Producing a photograph from the lab, Redd murmured. ‘If you would just look at this.’

The woman’s face blanched as she clutched the photo, her hands trembling. ‘I, it looks like him, but then it might—’

‘Have you seen him recently?’

She pushed the photo back into Redd’s hand. ‘It ain’t him – can’t be. I shouldn’t have phoned – shouldn’t.   I tell you it ain’t him.’ Her chin wobbled as she jutted it out.

‘Mrs. Baker, when did you see your son last.’

The woman slumped into a chair, wiping her eyes with her apron. ‘Don’t know – err, a few days ago.’

‘So, do you know where he might be?’

 ‘Think he’s gone off surfing with the lads – Cornwall – oh, I don’t know.’

Redd looked around the room at the photographs dotted on the windowsill and mantelpiece, pictures of David as a child. ‘Did David have a girlfriend?’

‘He’s got a girl.  But he didn’t say much about her. Doesn’t like talking about his girlfriends.’

‘Did he tell you her name?’

‘I want to see him. It might not be—‘

 ‘Would she have gone to Cornwall?’ Dove stepped towards her.

‘I told you, I don’t know.’ She burrowed her head in the apron and sobbed.

Dove murmured gently, ‘your husband?’

‘He’s out the back – digging – digging potatoes – oh Gawd, Gawd.’ Dove leant over her, stroking her shoulder as Redd left the room.

He returned a few minutes later, with the husband, a short, burly man walking in front of him. Coughing, the man pulled a dirty tee-shirt down over a beer belly. ‘What’s up, luv?’

 Mrs. Baker lifted her head from her apron, fresh tears streaming down her cheeks.  ‘David – our David.’

 Wiping his shaved head, he growled, ‘For Gawd’s sake, Hilary, this police bloke says you phoned them, says the bloke in the paper is our Dave?’

Mrs. Baker howled, ‘I need to see him.’

 ‘Look yer upsetting me missus ere.’

‘Please, sir, have a look at this.’ Redd interrupted, showing him the photo.

Grunting, the man wiped his hands on his dirty jeans before taking the photo. Glowering, he peered at it, his brow creasing. ‘Nah – can’t be….’ He looked up, his eyes haunted.

Redd spoke slowly. ‘Sir, I would like you and your wife to accompany us to the station. I assure you it won’t take long.’

On the journey, they’d talked in monosyllables, with the occasional gravel cough from a truculent Mr. Baker.

Redd’s voice was soft as he spoke to Mrs. Baker, ‘we’re going to view the body now.’

She hiccupped, still wiping her eyes. ‘Where?’

Dove hesitated. She wouldn’t say the mortuary; it was too cold.  ‘Err, the station, he’s at the station.’ Dove walked beside Hilary, now clinging onto her arm, whilst Redd followed with Bert.

Redd told the morgue attendant they were ready to view the body, opening the viewing room door.

Dove moved closer to Hilary as the curtains draw apart. Their son, covered in a soft blue blanket to his chin, lay on the gurney. Thankfully the head appeared attached. She felt the woman’s arm jerk, ‘Oh no, no, can’t – can’t be Dave. Oh no.’ Putting her hands on the window, she cried, ‘my baby – please -it can’t be. Bert?’

Dove turned to see the man’s face go from pale to white; his mouth opened in a cry, ‘Hilary, Hil.’ Groping his way towards his wife, he clasped her in his arms as she buried her head against his chest. Bert gave a terrible cry, ‘can’t be him, nah – can’t be.’

Surprised at the man’s reaction, Redd went to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. His chest tightened, his teeth grinding together. He knew the pain the man was going through, understood the agony, an agony that would never die. ‘I’m so sorry.’

Bert sobbed, gulping, his words torn from a broken heart. ‘That’s me boy in there, me boy – what’d he go and do that for?’ His sobs turned to a shout, rage now reddening his face, his lips turning an ominous blue. ‘Who did it? What fucker did it? I’ll bloody kill him. I’ll tear the fucker’s head off.’

Hilary cried out, ‘don’t Bert, don’t, not in front of … he’s gone Bert – gone.’

Redd held him tight as the grief-stricken man crumpled to the floor, his fists bunched, punching emptiness. Redd knew the rage, the pain; he’d been there. Tonight, alone in his lounge, he would switch off the TV and reach for the bottle of Johnny Walkers, oblivion.


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Chapter 2

Sitting in Debbie Stamp’s tiny office. Redd raked his forehead. As usual, the station’s counselor wore a tailored jacket and skirt, fitting slim curves; dark blonde hair worn in a sleek French knot accentuated the paleness of her blue eyes.

‘’You look like you need some sleep.’

‘It’s better than it was.’’

Debbie frowned. ‘A year isn’t long enough. How d’you feel, dealing with this case?’

‘Okay.’

‘Are you sure of that? Quite sure?’

‘Yeah, yeah. I need the contacts, need to be on the inside.’

‘You’re still searching?’

His voice tensed, ‘Yeah. Why?’

‘Come on, Redd, I have to ask the question.’

‘I can handle it.’

Seeing the thin scar on his cheek redden, she said, ‘look, as your counselor, I suggest you contact Doctor Evans, just let him know what kind of case this is. You may need his support, as well as mine.’

‘I don’t need a psychiatrist.  I’m over it, okay?’ His heart seemed to climb into his brain, pounding it to a pulp. He’d never be over it, but he was desperate to lead the case. His stomach clenched; he heard their voices, always in the background, Esther’s low voice, and his son’s infant squeaks. Sometimes he saw them, deep in the shadows, always in the shadows. It terrified yet strengthened him; it didn’t matter in what form they appeared, just that they were there, not the figments of his tortured imagination. He blinked, hearing the counselor’s voice. ‘I have to be sure—’

‘I’m dealing with it. This case could be linked to ….’ How many times did he have to say that? For Christ’s sake, he’d been back months, worked, cooked, slept, survived. Why the hell wouldn’t he be ready?

Debbie watched him slip away for a split second, only to snap back into the present; the haunted eyes betrayed the nightmares.

His voice rasped. ‘Okay, I’m not over it, how could I? But I need to work, Debbie; I can deal with my shit; I need to work.’

‘Okay – okay.’’

‘So, let’s get to the point.’ He shuffled through his notes, his voice hardening, ‘Have you found a profiler yet? Dr. Timmins won’t be coming back anytime soon.’

‘Yeah, Dr. Tessa Davies, a psychologist, an American from Alabama. She’s at Chichester University on a research contract.’

‘Hmm – what’s her track record?’

‘Helped on a couple of cases with the FBI. She might fit. I’ll phone her now. That alright with you?’

‘Sooner the better, thanks.’

Tapping in the numbers, Debbie frowned. ‘She’s left a message saying she’s away on a conference for a couple of days.’

‘Oh fuck. I’ll phone around. Thanks anyway.’

***

Music thundered as Redd and Dove entered the morgue. Mahoney chose poignant pieces, another of Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concertos.

Dove’s stomach clenched, spotting the bodies on two stainless steel slanted tabletops, the drained fluids on the tray underneath them.’

Seeing her hesitate, Dr. Mahoney waved them forward. ‘Now first thing.’ He picked up a small bowl. ‘There were mistletoe berries in the male victim’s mouth.’

Redd raised his eyebrows. ‘So?’

Mahoney shrugged, ‘They didn’t get there by accident. Ye never cease to be surprised.’ Pointing to two gruesome organs in a bowl, he said, ‘d’ye see the liver here now?’ He brought the bowl to the table. ‘An indent right across the two sections. Buggers cut it open and then scored it; did the same to both livers.’ Muttering, he turned his back and strode to another bowl, picking out a heart. ‘They cut this open along its length; that way, they have sight of the valves. Again, both hearts.’

Dove felt ants skitter against her stomach wall. She had to get a grip on herself. She’d worked damned hard to get to DS and now partner to the DCI. It was important to impress him; he had a short fuse, his former partner lasted a month.

Mahoney turned to her, pointing to a bowl of wrapped sweets, he said, ‘take one of those peppermints.’ Looking at Redd, he waved a hand at the female victim. ‘Raped, poor wee soul. I’ll be sending off samples for traces of DNA.’

‘Then we might just have a lead?’

‘There’s something important here ye should see.’

Redd stepped sideways for Dove to come alongside him. ‘You’re doing fine, Dove. This is the worst it can get.’

Mahoney grinned. ‘It’s not the gore that will get to ye, it’s the smell, but these are fresh.’

Fighting the urge to run, she nodded, watching Mahoney place a kidney on the tray. Gently prodding it open, he said, ‘same scorings, but there’s a pattern. Come and see. Same from both bodies.’ He grunted, taking some heavy-duty paper from a roll. ‘I’m going to flatten it against this; that way ye’ll have a better idea.’

Seeing a pattern of three sticks jutting from a center point, like the spokes of a wheel, Redd muttered, ‘what the hell’s going on?’

Mahoney glowered. ‘Ye are faced with the darkest heart of man and the devil’s climbing out.’

Redd shook his head. ‘Sick.’

Turning to the mutilated remains, Mahoney said, ‘the female’s five feet three inches, the male five feet ten. The left side of his body is thicker, so he was left-handed.’ Crossing over to another stainless-steel table, he brought back a bowl filled with two lumps of darkened flesh. ‘Stomach contents.’

Dove swallowed bile, reaching for another peppermint.

Mahoney poked at one of the stomachs. ‘Remains of a salad in both, potatoes, salmon. Some of the greens could be opiates. I’m sending them off to the toxicologist along with other body fluids.’

‘Opiates?’

‘I’m thinking cannabis,’

‘Time of death?’

‘Hmm, lividity fixed, rigor full, the body temperature 80 degrees Fahrenheit, insect activity, eggs, and hatchings. Approximately 3.00 am.’

 ‘Anything on the bones?’

 ‘Bleached they are, a mixture of male and female. From the texture, they’re hundreds of years old – completely separate from the two young victims. It will take several days for the lab to work it out.’

Dove said, ‘how can you tell, which is which?’

Mahoney frowned. ‘Now there’s no mean rule for the size of male and female skeletons. Ye see, some males can have a smaller skeleton than a female. But, ye can tell the differences in certain areas. See here, the humerus is often bigger in a male, as is the lower bone on the thumb side, and the femur.’

Dove whipped out her notepad, scribbling down the information. She’d taken many courses in her career, but forensics was not her forte.

Mahoney continued, ‘the female pelvis is wider than the male. Ye’ll see the sciatic notch is broader as well.’

Feeling the cell vibrate in his pocket, Redd took it out to see the station number. Clicking it on, he listened, his face tightening. ‘That was bloody quick, we might have a lead on the male, and we’ve got an address.’


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Chapter 1

Hearing a ferocious buzzing, the two boys squinted through the trees.  ‘What’s that?’ The taller one walked hesitantly towards a mass of flies covering something red. ‘Bloody hell, don’t, don’t look, Freddie. Go back.’ He pushed the younger child behind him. ‘Run – run.’ But Freddie clung to him, terror gripping his small legs. They stared at jagged red crosses ripped through the flesh of two naked bodies.  Whimpering, they stepped back from the intestines snaking in the long grass, the colors bright, scarlet and purple, marbled with yellow fatty strings.  The organs seemed to move through the frantic thrumming of tiny black wings. Backing away, the boys turned to run, only to trip over piles of white sticks. Desperate, they picked themselves up, fleeing through a silent forest of yew trees. Death followed, snickering at their heels.

***

Approaching the Major Incident Room, Detective Chief Inspector Daniel Redd heard the low hum of voices.  Pushing open the double doors, he saw his partner, DS Felicity Dove, busy at the whiteboards, pinning up the crime scene’s latest photos. He looked at the officers, for once silent, their faces grim, paling, as they saw the lurid images of the victims, the gutted remains screaming for justice. An officer clawed at his eyes as if to erase the horror. ‘Monsters guv.’

Redd nodded. ‘We’ll have two teams.  DCI Cummings will join us from organized crime.’

Picking up a laser rod, Redd turned to the projectionist. ‘Okay, officer, begin.’  As the first image flashed on the screen, gasps and groans broke the silence.

‘Bastards,’

‘Bloody pigs, hanging’s too good for them.’

‘What the fuck is this?’

Redd pointed the rod at the first image on the screen. ‘Two bodies, late teens, male and female, both decapitated, the head of the female is missing. They’re covered in tattoos from the neck down.’

The officers shuffled, swearing under their breath. Redd waited for a beat. ‘The pathologist informs me the perps cut through the ribs – removed the organs from the bodies. They subsequently replaced them. The heart, liver, and kidneys are cut open.’ Redd motioned for the projectionist to zoom in on the wounds, loosely held together with bloodied twine.

  ‘Oh my God, no.’ DC Bessie Owen struggled to her feet, kicking back the chair; her hand clamped over her mouth as if to hold back the vomit.

‘Sick buggers,’ a male officer grunted.

Redd pointed to the decapitated head of the young male. ‘The guy’s eyes are closed, his mouth relaxed, so at the point of death, he was either drugged or unconscious.’

DC Natalie Green, stick thin, called out, ‘bloody hell.’

Redd turned to see her face screwed up.  ‘Yeah, these last two pics give you the site and the surrounding terrain.’ He continued, pointing to a stack of bones beside the bodies. ‘These bones are bleached; don’t belong to the victims.’

Nodding to the officer to switch off the projector, he turned to his team and said, ‘right, DCI Cummings and I are the senior investigating officers. DS Dove will head the inquiry teams.  Tim, you take primary for the first team, Mack, you’ll head up the second.’

‘What about the collator? Nat Green rasped, the DS was a climber and expected to be primary on the first team.

‘There’s only one guy for that. Hugh Price,’ he said coolly.

‘Ted, I’d like your department to liaise with Forensics and HOLMES 2.’

Edward Papworth, head of the Scientific Services Department, nodded.

‘Lizzie, you’ll take up the post as first family liaison officer.’ Redd was glad to have an officer of her caliber; she’d been a counselor but joined the force, feeling she had more to offer crime victims.

‘Dove, get the TV news flash on straightaway. No details of the mutilations.’

Dove scowled; if there was one thing she hated to do.’

Redd looked at the officers’ faces, some pallid with the raw ferocity of the crimes, others with eyes narrowed to slits. They would hold the images in their brains, pictures of headless bodies, the torsos cut from neck to groin, guts ripped out, then shoved back into those young bodies, two kids brutally murdered; it couldn’t happen again, not on their patch.


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Please enjoy the final chapters of my romance novel, Sleigh Ride . Set in Regency England, and including some authentic language of the times, the reader is taken on a magical journey. Miss Sophia Vale faces poverty. Enter the Earl of Breconbridge, renowned as a rake hell with a conscience.

In Memory of my Mother, Dylis Walker, who sadly passed away on the 20th December 2020. With traditional Welsh tenacity and vigour she lived a rich and full 99 years.
Bye Mum… I shall miss you.

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Chapter 13

Bribes and Presents

Sophia raced to the window with Freddie leaping at her skirts; he was near; the dog always seemed to sense when Jake would arrive. She clapped her hands as minutes later, her beau arrived at the picket fence.

True to his word Jake, visited every day, bracing snowdrifts to see his love. As it snowed almost non-stop, they were trapped inside the house or the barn.  Lady Vale seeing their dilemma and realizing it was such a brilliant match for her daughter, was wily enough to give them time together. Of course, she made there was not enough time for naughty capers, but sufficient to fire their desire for each other. Augusta was somewhat tired of playing chaperone but deferred from procrastinating, as Jake brought her gifts with each visit;, small boxes of confits or sweets from his chef, or novels by her favourite author Ann Radcliffe.  In return, Augusta would spend a few shivering moments in the shed adjoining the barn and secretly out of view from their mama. Jake had no intention of despoiling his ladylove but hoped the long passionate kisses and sweet words would persuade her to an early wedding. With Augusta keeping a beady eye on the Manse, they lay on the straw in each other’s arms. Jake tickled Sophia’s chin. ‘So my love, what say you to a Christmas wedding? We have met numerous times now, and I have not swerved from my initial intention: to marry you. We could hold the wedding at Breckonbridge, t’would be a grand time for you to meet all the family, as we have relatives visiting over the festive season.’ 

Sophia stiffened. ‘How many will be there?’

‘Oh, about thirty, I would say.’

‘Oh Jake, I couldn’t, I don’t know any of them, and I am not titled; I have dowdy clothes, and oh dear no; I couldn’t.’

Jake laughed. ‘Darling, on that day, you will become the Countess of Breckonbridge, and when you greet the guests, I will be at your side. Besides, a glass of champagne will soon banish your nerves. And, d’you think I would allow you to appear in anything but exquisite gowns and ermine capes? Also, I hasten to add, you will wear silken slippers on your slender feet and jewels adorning your lovely neck and bosom. Come now, you must accept my offer, and then I can arrange everything; indeed, I shall employ the best Modistes and milliners for you. Say yes, my darling, say you will marry me.’

Sophia bit her lip; she’d held back to gain his respect, to show him that she was not some chit rushing to catch a title and his fortune. But, she fell in love with him the very evening they met. Her heart sank every time they parted, for she could not forget his amusement as he lifted the near-naked Cyprian from what he called a kitten fight, nor the way he joked with them. Indeed, she worried some exquisite belle would steal him from her.  No, she dare not hold back anymore. ‘Yes, oh, yes. I will marry you. I love you so much, so very much.’

Laughing, he rose, pulling her up with him. ‘Come, we have been here long enough. We must get back to the Manse.

Puzzled, she followed him begrudgingly to the house; he appeared eager to leave her. Her mama met them at the door, a mischievous grin lighting up her face. Jake led Sophia into the small withdrawing room with his arm around her waist and guided her to the window. Lifting the curtain, he said, ‘come, my love.’

Peering through the window, Sophia cried out in delight.  There in the lane, stood two horses in front of a lovely sleigh.  ‘Oh Jake, tis beautiful – beautiful.’

‘Tis yours my love. My wedding gift to you.’

Lady Vale put her hands to her face, overjoyed, ‘Wedding gift? Oh my darlings, I wish you happy.’ She glowed inside; her daughter made a splendid match.

Gazing at the sleigh, Sophia actually jumped for joy.  ‘Oh, Jake – Jake. I love you.’ Going on tiptoe, she hugged and kissed him soundly. For once, her mama did not talk but stood quietly beaming and wiping her eyes.  

Sophia suddenly frowned, ‘But how, how can we keep the horses? We have no—’

‘Tis all arranged, my love. Your mama agreed to the horses being housed in the barn until we marry, whereupon we will take them to Breckonbridge. Furthermore, until we wed, for their safety and also yours, I shall leave an able groom, and more guards with you.’

‘But we already have a footman, and the constant gardener, who only sweeps the snow from the garden path.’

‘Well now, you will have more retainers, especially as the news goes abroad that we are to wed. Hawsley is on the secretly wanted lists; he’s a dangerous villain and a smuggler.  I have to ensure the safety of you and your dear family.’

Jake then turned to her mother. ‘Lady Vale, can we now discuss your future?’

Lady Vale looked at him, her eyebrows raised in sheer surprise. ‘My future my lord?’

‘Yes, you and your family. May we speak privately?’

‘Of course, my lord. Just a moment if you please.’ Lady Vale ushered the girls from the room as Jake and Sophia sat down on the settee near a blazing fire. Swiftly, Jake kissed Sophia and ruffled her ebony curls. ‘My darling, I am the happiest man in the world.’

Sophia grinned, ‘And I am the luckiest girl. ‘

On returning, Lady Vale took a place on the faded brocade chair opposite them and waited for Jake to speak.

He felt his heart jump, for what he had to say was important to both families. His mama had already agreed to his plans, but he had yet to apprise Lady Vale of his decision.

‘Lady Vale, I would be honoured if you and your family made your home at Breckonbridge. We would be so —’

‘Oh no, my lord, tis very kind and generous of you, but we number eight in our family beside Sophia.’ 

‘Room is of no consequence Lady Vale; we have over a hundred and forty bedrooms, besides the living quarters. You could have your own apartments in one of the wings, which will give you all the privacy you wish.  Please say, you will?’

Lady Vale bit her lip. ‘My dear Jake, I am overcome with your generosity and goodwill, and your love for my precious daughter, but how can I say this…?’ She paused. ‘I came to the Manse, as a new bride with a man who I married, not because it was a good match, but because we were in love. We spent many happy years here; this is where I bore all my children, watched them grow and watched some of them ….’  She stopped, unable to say the words, as she alluded to her dead husband and children.  But choking back those sad memories, she said, ‘Even in grief, the Manse sustained us, we fell on hard times and do still struggle, but it is a good and sweet life.’

Sophia felt her heart fall, gripping Jake’s hand as her mother continued. ‘All my memories are here.’ She waved to the portraits on the walls, some done by well-meaning amateurs and a couple that held the gaze. Nary was professionally painted, but they were the likenesses of her beloved husband and children. ‘Everything in the Manse, my husband and I collected together … I cannot leave it behind.’


Chapter 14

Where Lies Happiness

Sophia felt her tears rising. She never realized just how much mama missed her papa and how much she loved the home where she came as a bride. Nevertheless, her sisters and brother would lose a great deal if they stayed. Jake could give them all a future of promise.  ‘But mama, my sisters and brother would have such a wonderful life, such luxury.’

Lady Vale lifted her head. ‘I know it sounds selfish, my love, but this is our home, our way of life. Maybe we could benefit from a new carpet and furniture, and maybe a fuller table, but not only did we survive, but we have also been happy here.  We have a rich life with lifelong friends and neighbours.’ She lifted her head, gratitude in her eyes.

Patience flew into the room; she’d obviously listened at the door. ‘Mama, don’t get upset, we love you, and we want to stay with you here. You’re so right; this is our home; it’s not just a house; it’s a home.’

‘Yes, it is; it’s our home. Mama, we’re happy here.’  Augusta said, joining them, 

Patience looked at Jake. ‘You are so kind and generous, and we love you for it. But, we love this house, and this is where our mama is happy.’

Jake nodded, overcome with the love shown to him by this family. He was almost overwhelmed. They should choose the near-poverty of this home over the luxury of a castle. Stunned, he could hardly find the words, for he realized this was the love he’d yearned for in the lonely years of his boyhood. Those years of fear and trepidation flooded his mind, waiting late at night for the dreaded bellow of his drunken father as he stumbled home. He still remembered his father’s voice echoing in the massive stone hall, the tears of his beloved mama in the early hours.

Feeling the warmth of Sophia’s hands in his, he almost choked. ‘I realize I cannot match what you have here, Lady Vale. I am privileged you shared your feelings with me. But – but please allow me to help you financially. I can see your girls each have a come out, and Benjamin is presented to the King. I don’t really know what—’

Lady Vale got up from her chair and came over to him, putting her arms around his shoulders. ‘Dear Jake, I would be grateful for your help, but I do not want my girls to have the pressure of entering a society for which they are not equipped. I know just how cruel the ton can be. However, if the girls wish to come out, I will not stand in their way. I will allow them to choose their destiny.’

Jake nodded, lost for words; all his allusions on wealth and status turned on its head.

Patience broke the silence. ‘Well, I, for one, would love to have a tutor. I could learn languages, study Greek philosophy, even mathematics. Why I could train to be a schoolmistress.’

Augusta interrupted. ‘And I would love to learn how to paint in oils, have a proper easel, canvasses and —’

‘I’d give anything to have riding lessons.’ Jennet said, her eyes sparkling.

Jake couldn’t help chuckling, as the girls excitedly clapped their hands, each relating to him in their different ways.’

Lady Vale sat back a winsome smile on her face, tears filling her eyes if only Stuart were here to see this, but then he may well  be looking on from heaven.’

Jake rose to his feet and looked at them all.  ‘Then the lessons you shall have. Some, I will arrange at the castle tis only half an hour’s journey from here. I will arrange a carriage to pick you up and take you home. ’

Lady Vale beamed. Come now, I have heated the bricks and have the rugs ready for the sleigh.’

Jake leapt to his feet. ‘Well then, Sophia, let me lead you to your snow carriage.’

Once settled with her feet on the hot bricks warmed with the rugs, Sophia sat beside Jake as the groom lifted the reins. Soon they chortled with laughter as they sped along the snowy track. She knew he’d arranged for the carpenter to build a new sleigh, but she never dreamt it would be so sumptuous. It took her back to the happy times of her childhood with her papa, but now she sat cuddled by the love of her life, the man she’d always yearned to meet.

Later, with the horses safely stabled in the barn with an able groom. Jake stood on the doorstep, his face solemn. ‘Darling, I fear I will not be able to see you for a few days now.’

‘Oh? But why?’

He smiled at her direct ways. A titled lady would have demurred and not prevailed upon him, for further explanation. However, this was his naturally inquisitive Sophia. ‘Well, tis to do with my work; I know not how long it will take, but it will definitely be only a few days.’

 ‘Christmas is only four weeks away.’

‘I know, and we must make plans. Make a list of your guests.’ Enfolding her in his arms, he kissed her deeply, murmuring, ‘take care now, my love.’ 

Watching him ride away, picking through the snowdrifts, she turned to her mother and sisters. ‘I am sure he has gone to arrest the Baron. Tis dangerous work he does.’

Lady Vale put her arm around her shoulder and led her back to the withdrawing room. ‘Come now, sweetheart, don’t fret. You know not what he does, really. Besides, Jake is a very able man.’

‘Yes, but I fear for his safety if anything should—’

‘Hush, child, do not despair. Surely he is not alone in his work, be assured he is safe.’

 Numbly, Sophia allowed her to lead her to the settee whilst Patience handed her a hot cup of tea. ‘Come now, Sophia, all will be well.’

Sophia bit her lip and tried to smile at her sister, but her heart filled with foreboding.

***

He smiled grimly; every window was alight, which would make it easier to round up the culprits.  His officers were stationed in a circle around the Manor; there was no room for escape.  Some men stayed on the outer perimeter in the cover of trees; others formed an inner perimeter ready to attack.  More officers now crouched behind the ground floor kitchen windows waiting to scour the cellars for contraband. He’d done an earlier reconnaissance whilst at one of the Barons debauched gatherings, parties that went on for days. He grimaced, but for his intervention, Sophia and Patience could well be sex slaves to any rakehell’s lowest whim.

He and his officers perfected a rook’s caw as the signal to advance. They would take as many prisoners as possible, sorting them out later at the holding cells.

He raised his hand and softly gave the signal upon which the officers sprang into action.  Luckily, the main doors and entrances were open, but not for those officers who knelt outside the ground floor windows; they would have to smash their way through the glass.

Amidst the frantic haste of fleeing guests, Jake searched for the Baron; he had to be somewhere. His officers followed him to the first floor, booting open doors to find naked tangled bodies. Women shrieked, and men cursed, fruitlessly, trying to cover themselves, with sheets strewn on bed and floor. But Fiend’s’ teeth, where was the Baron?  Surely he wouldn’t be on the second floor? Upstairs, he heard a wail of distress. God’s teeth it was that of a young female. Taking the stairs two or three at a time, he ran down the narrow carpeted corridor, as his men smashed open doors until they reached one solidly locked.

Standing back, he lunged, using all his strength to kick the door open. Sure enough, the wretch had a young woman pinned beneath him. She screamed for help, her large eyes terrified, her tender young body tied to the bed. Snarling, Jake charged at the Baron, lifting and throwing him across the room, whilst one of his men hastily covered the sobbing girl.  Botany Bay wasn’t good enough for this varmint; he would fight to see him hung. Yes, it looked like Jake could have him charged with abduction of a minor and act of depravity.  Oh, yes, he would hang. 

Chapter 15

Sleigh Ride

Lady Vale helped lift the dress over Sophia’s head, letting it fall in drapes over her slender body.  She did up the silk covered buttons and then stepped back as her daughter gazed at herself in the long mirror. Sophia gulped with delight as she saw the shimmering folds of silk embroidered brocade, the Valenciennes lace edging the puffed sleeves, and the hems of her skirts. She turned to see the attached train some six feet in length, trailing the floor. 

Sophia gasped. ‘Oh goodness, mama, how am I supposed to walk in this?’

Her mama clapped her hands. ‘Jake has exquisite taste, my love. With those adjustments, it fits like a glove.’ Sophia adjusted the low décolletage of the simple bodice. ‘I still fear this is still too low; they will think I am a brazen hussy.’

‘No dear, display your bosom, tis the height of fashion to do so. And you are blessed with a lovely figure.’ 

Sophia gave in; the bodice did emphasize the pearl white beauty of her plump breasts. She twirled to one side; the bodice embroidered with exquisite silks had a wide silken band at the high waist, with silk ribbon bands underneath the ruffles of lace on the puffed sleeves.  She picked up a box delivered early that morning, with a note from Jake, not to open it until she was dressed. Sophia’s heart fluttered as she opened it; she’d found it hard to obey his request. Still, now her heart fluttered as she pushed aside the tissue paper to reveal a crown embellished with dozens of cut crystals. A tulle veil of the most delicate embroidered netting flowed to the floor. ‘Oh goodness, mama, look, it’s so beautiful.’ She choked, ‘Oh, isn’t he just wonderful?’

Her mama beamed, the tears brimming. ‘Dearest, you look every inch a princess. I just know you will be so happy together, and his family are so kind; I am thrilled we could arrange for the banquet at Breckonbridge; it’s only half an hour away.’

Slipping into the satin slippers, she turned to see one of her mama’s mischievous smiles as she whipped out a box she’d been hiding behind her back. ‘Now look, another surprise from Jake.’

Sophia’s fingers trembled as she picked up the card with a message in a strong masculine script.

My darling,

This is an heirloom worn by the brides of Breckonbridge on their wedding day. Please wear them for me. I love and adore you.’

Jake.

Sophia held her breath as she opened the velvet-covered jewel box.  ‘Oh my God, mama, I can’t – I  can’t wear them. I’d be terrified; I’d lose them. They are so beautiful.’

As they gazed at the parure of three rows of diamonds cut in glorious shapes and fashioned on delicate silver strands, Lady Vale joined her. Beside them lay matching drop earrings and a delicate bracelet.

Her mother held her breath, placing the necklace around her daughter’s neck, as Sophia put on the drop earrings and adjusted the bracelet. 

‘There, you are indeed a princess. Your papa would have been so proud of you. But now, are you ready? I think the carriage should be here at any moment.’

Sophia heard a whine and looked to see Freddie lying in his basket, with his nose between his paws. ‘Oh Freddie, we wouldn’t leave you behind, come on sweetheart.’ The sheepdog stood up with bright eyes,  a wide satin bow on his collar, his long bushy tail wagging, as Sophia leaned over to stroke him, ‘Now you are a good boy, no biting anyone’s bottom. Promise?’

Sophia trod carefully down the narrow stairs, helped by her sisters now dressed in pale blue gowns of the finest satin embroidered with flowers.  Each wore a wreath of fresh flowers with matching bouquets. Sophia looked out, ‘Oh dear; the carriage is not here yet.’

She paused, and then gasped, her eyes wide. ‘Oh – oh my goodness.’ She looked at a long sleigh coming into view, bedecked with forest greenery, red berries, and covered with an arched canopy covered in Christmas roses.  To her astonishment, another followed, equally festooned after that Patience and the girls almost jumped up and down with excitement. ‘Is that for us?’

Sophia laughed with delight as Jake handed the reins to the coachman and sprang down into the snow.  

Swiftly, he came to her side.  ‘My dearest dear. You are a vision, an angel in the snow.’  He held out a cloak of heavy pale blue velvet with ermine trim, draping it around her slender shoulders. ‘I have flung convention to the winds; I insist on taking you to the church myself, and what better way for my bride than a sleigh ride?’ 


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Oops! Here is Chapter 12, which I accidently left out of Thursday’s instalment. Apologies for that, but it has now been added here and also there. I will post the final 3 chapters on Monday!

Please enjoy my festive romance novel, Sleigh Ride . Set in Regency England, and including some authentic language of the times, the reader is taken on a truly magical Christmas journey. Miss Sophia Vale faces poverty. Enter the Earl of Breconbridge, renowned as a rake hell with a conscience. New chapters will be posted every Monday and Thursday.

In Memory of my Mother, Dylis Walker, who sadly passed away on the 20th December 2020. With traditional Welsh tenacity and vigour she lived a rich and full 99 years.
Bye Mum… I shall miss you.

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Sleigh Ride: Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Time Alone

Sopha sighed. ‘Tis these early evenings, why today it was fast drawing in at four of the clock.’

‘If we were at Breckonbridge, I would whisk you away on a sleigh ride,’

‘Oh my lord, I would love that. Our papa took us for sleigh rides; we had so much fun. He would pile us in together, with hot bricks for our feet and cover us with rugs; we loved it. Before I lost my two brothers, we had two sleighs. Papa would take us girls, and the boys would follow with our mama.’ Her voice softened, ‘how I miss those days. He was the kindest of fathers.’

Jake bit his lip, thinking of his own selfish pater who’d lived for the gaming hells and loose women.

Seeing his change of mood, Sophia put her hand gently on his broad chest. ‘My lord is all well with you; you look saddened?’

‘Nay – just a few memories rising, but enough I am here, and in your delightful company. Now tell me, do you keep horses?’

‘Nay, my lord, sadly we had to let them go. The sleighs lie unused in the barn; they are in a sorry state.’

 ‘Well then, I shall have a carpenter look at them.’

‘I don’t think it is possible to repair them, my lord; the wood is rotting.’

‘At least let me have a look at them.’

‘I will just go and tell mama.’

Sophia returned, an astonished look on her face. ‘Mama is actually allowing us to go to the barn with only Augusta as a chaperone. I thought it would entail Patience as well, and even herself.’

He beamed. ‘Come then, but wear a cloak, tis icy out there.’

Picking their way carefully in the falling snow, she led him to a barn some fifty yards from the Manse. As she went to the huge doors, he stepped in front of her.  ‘Allow me.’

With Augusta and Freddie close behind them, Jake glanced over the neat bales of straw stacked against the walls and looked to see yet more on the upper floor. Seeing the rickety ladder, he frowned.  ‘Tell me you do not use that?’

‘Well, tis sturdy enough, my lord.’

‘Hmm.’ was his only reply as he walked over and tested it.

He almost glared at her. ‘Sophia, promise me you will not use this again until my carpenters have seen to it. Indeed, we will provide you with a new one. That is until….’ He didn’t finish the sentence; for now, he firmly resolved to marry her as soon as possible. He would then take the whole family to live at Breckonbridge. He was determined to keep this precious girl safe. 

‘Very well, I won’t be using it for a while, so yes, I promise. However, come, the sleighs are over here. He followed her to a dark corner, where lay two sleighs in a sorry state. Seeing the rotting timber, he pursed his lips; there was not much worth saving.  He straightened up, ‘These are beyond repair – fit only for the fire.’

She nodded. ‘I only keep them in memory of papa, really, and all those wonderful times we had together as a family.’

‘Forgive me if I have upset you in any way.’ Jake reached out and drew her close.

Looking up at him, she murmured. ‘My Lord, you are too kind, of course, I forgive you, for you were not to know.’ He nodded; he’d already planned a surprise for her; it would be his wedding gift. He gulped, astonished at his ardour for this young woman. Two days ago, he was unaware of her existence; now, she was constantly in his thoughts. 

He felt a rush of delight; he’d found his true love; he’d never thought to find such a woman or to experience these intense feelings. He felt he’d known her forever, that his soul lay waiting until she appeared. The old cliché of love, at first sight, was indeed true. His mind swept back to see her seated at the Baron’s dining table, her beauty outshining her drab attire. He wanted to hold her tighter, feel her curves blend to his body. He glanced over to see Augusta was nowhere to be seen. He bent to Sophia. ‘Where is your sister.’

Sophia grinned impishly. ‘She is giving us some privacy, my lord.’

Seeing her sweet upturned face, he wasted no time. His lips sought hers, his heart racing, as her curves did indeed blend with his angles. Gently, he licked her top lip seeking entrance, and was rewarded with a hesitant tongue responding, the sweetness of honey pervading his senses. Feeling her arms reach up and slip around his neck, he grasped her firmly, feeling the soft, generous mounds rest against him.  His hands slipped down to pull her hips against his but then regretted it; his groin responded much too hastily. It was already burgeoning in his breeches. Darn it, moving slightly away, so as not to disturb her innocent responses, he stroked her back, pulling off the cape and allowing it to drift to the straw. He felt her tremble as their tongues now slowly waltzed together. He drew away, his lips following the curve of her slender neck, feeling the veins pulse, as his hands reached her bosom. Gently, he tipped his finger into the modest décolletage; as she did not back away, he stroked the soft nipple to arousal. Shifting his hips, so she would not feel the growing hardness of his member, he drew her in further until she was hard against his thigh and knee. He heard a moan as her body swayed and melted into him. His hands ached to release her breast, to lift those skirts, but he restrained himself.   Why risk things now and perchance frighten her away with his lust.

As Sophia arched her body to his, he heard Augusta call to them, ‘hurry – hurry mama is on her way over.’


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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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Sleigh Ride: Chapters 11 & 12

Sleigh Ride: Chapters 11 & 12

Please enjoy my festive romance novel, Sleigh Ride . Set in Regency England, and including some authentic language of the times, the reader is taken on a truly magical Christmas journey. Miss Sophia Vale faces poverty. Enter the Earl of Breconbridge, renowned as a rake hell with a conscience. New chapters will be posted every Monday and Thursday.

In Memory of my Mother, Dylis Walker, who sadly passed away on the 20th December 2020. With traditional Welsh tenacity and vigour she lived a rich and full 99 years.
Bye Mum… I shall miss you.

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Sleigh Ride: Chapters 11 & 12

Chapter 11

Taken

As the carriage bore them back to the Manse, Lady Vale bit her lip; she felt the need to explain her suspicions. The man may have some misgivings when entering a family where the mother-in-law appeared to be so high in the instep. Clearing her throat, she said, ‘my lord, I fear I have been remiss; due to past experiences with the Baron, I am inclined to be overly protective of my girls.’

Jake frowned. ‘I hope he has not hurt you in any way, my lady.’

She did not answer but bent her head, unable to look him in the eye.

‘My lady, has the brute laid his hands upon you?’ Jake was furious, his voice clipped.

‘My lord, I cannot speak of it, suffice to say the woodsman came to my rescue, without his intervention ….’ her voice faltered.

‘Then, I will kill him.’ He was so matter of fact, she shivered.

‘Nay, my lord, please, no-one knows of this, not even my late husband.’

‘Did you not reveal the bastard’s attack?’

‘My lord, it was hard enough finding a living for the Reverend. If he knew, he would have called the Baron out, even worse maybe. As he was dependent upon the baron for his livelihood, we would have lost everything. I had my children to think of; they needed the safety of a home.’

‘Safe for whom, your family may be, whilst you dear lady, martyred yourself.’

‘I made sure I was never alone again, my lord.’

‘Yes, but he’d destroyed your trust in men. Now I understand your fear for your daughters.’

He unclenched his fist as he said, ‘Madam, you and your family now have a protector in me. I will ensure you have a constant gardener and a footman, both to stand as guardsmen at the Manse from tomorrow.’

’Nay my lord, I am happy that you—’

‘No, madam, I insist on protecting my future wife and her family.’

Lady Vale’s eyes widened. It appeared he was determined to wed Sophia; she glowed inside, her pride building.

‘My lady, my intentions towards your daughter are pure.  I never thought to marry for some time, for when I inherited the title, I also inherited the debts of my father. He damn well sold his soul to drink and the gaming hells.’

‘So how – how will you—’

‘My lady, as I said earlier, I am heir to the Marquess of Brindlehurst and am to inherit a vast fortune as well as an estate.’

‘But how will you—’

‘He bestowed an allowance upon me when my father passed, enough for the upkeep of Breckonbridge Castle and a comfortable living. On a more morbid note, my uncle is approaching his eighty-fifth year and is in failing health. I love him dearly, as he was more of a father to me than my own. He has funded and counseled me through the years for which I am indebted.’

‘So he has no other family?’

‘Except for his daughter, no. Sadly, his dear wife passed over twenty years ago; it was a love match. He never remarried. He says he could never replace her; he would rather live with the memories of their happy union. They had only one child, a daughter; he has also willed her part of his considerable fortune.’

Lady Vale bit her lip, regretting her insulting behaviour to such a fine gentleman. ‘My lord forgive me; I have wronged you.’

‘Nay, my lady, you saw me in dark circumstances, some of which I am not proud, but it is necessary for the wellbeing of our country. He was not about to confess he found some of it titillating.

‘So will you continue with such?’

‘No, my lady, I have other connections which I will take up.’  Clearing his throat, he said, ‘Madam, I am so grateful you gave your permission to court Sophia. May I – may I be so bold as to say, I am determined to make an offer to her.’

 ‘Yes, you may, and I am delighted you find her a suitable match.’

‘More than suitable, madam. I know this may sound strange, but I fell in love with your daughter as soon as I laid eyes upon her. It was, to use a cliché, love at first sight.’ He grinned. ‘Well, second sight.’

‘You have my permission and my blessing, my lord.’

Beaming, Jake looked through the window, ‘Pon rep, tis snowing –and hard.’

Lady Vale peered out. ‘My goodness, it is already laying.

Sophia drew the curtains, amazed, in only two hours; the snow-covered the trees and the garden. ‘I hope mama is alright.’ Tis quite bleak out there now.’

Patience came to her side.  ‘Let us hope she arrived before it lies too thick; the carriage could overturn in such conditions.’ ‘

‘Hmm, I wonder if the Earl would escort her home, or maybe she is just with the coachman and postilion.’

‘She should be safe enough with them.’

It was twilight before the Earl and Lady Vale reached the Manse. As she saw him appear, Sophia’s heart raced; he supported her mother along the snow-laden path. It seemed he and mama were in good spirits. Sophia stood back from the door, holding onto the sheepdog who whined, struggling to get loose. Seeing her dilemma, Patience came forward and grabbed Freddie’s collar, taking him into the small withdrawing-room.

Sophia ran forward, giving a pretty curtsey. ‘My lord, welcome.’ 

Jake bowed, then raised her up, kissing the air above her knuckles. ‘Miss Sophia, tis a pleasure to see you again.’

She bobbed another swift curtsey, ‘My lord, I am so  pleased to see you.’

 Her mother glanced up the stairs. ‘Is the Physicker and the nurse still here?’

‘No, seeing the snow deepening, Physicker Moreton decided they had to leave before it became too deep. He had the nurse set up a steamer with eucalyptus and smoothed goose fat on Emily’s chest. I was relieved we still had some, as it was the first thing she asked for.’

‘And Emily is improved?’

‘She is more comfortable, thank goodness. The Physick said she should recover well, but to call him again if necessary.’

Lady Vale smiled, ‘Thank goodness, and thank you, my lord, for getting the Physicker and nurse to tend to our dear Emily.’

Jake bowed, ‘My man will pay him for his attentions.’

She turned to Sophia taking her hand, ‘Now the good news; we had a successful visit and as a result; I am delighted for the Earl to pay court to you.’

Sophia blushed, wishing her mother would not be so blatant.  She left no room for delicate maneuvers in the mating game. Stepping into the small withdrawing-room, Lady Vale clapped her hands, ‘Hah, a lovely blaze, just what we need after the chill of the carriage.’

‘Then my toil was well worth it, mama.’ Sophia said, ‘I spent hours chopping the logs; we have enough for at least a week.’

Jake grimaced, realizing this family survived in abject genteel poverty. It was obvious she was accustomed to hard labour.

Lady Vale watched, seeing his concern, but smiled inwardly. Soon her darling Sophia, indeed, all her daughters would be cared for and protected by this dear man.  Sophia would never have to go scavenging again for logs or lift another ax. She turned to her daughters, looking all agog, at the elegant lord in their midst. ‘Now, girls, we must leave his lordship and Sophia to speak alone.’

As the girls disappeared into an adjacent sitting room, she gave a backward smile but left the door wide open. Laughing, she returned and grasped Freddie’s collar, who was intent on sniffing Jake’s shoes. As he whined and tried to pull back, she grinned. ‘Come on, nosey, you’re coming with me.’

Jake smiled his thanks; he’d been sure Lady Vale would insist on a chaperone, but she was kind enough to give them some privacy.

Sophia beamed, taking his arm. ‘Come, my lord, let us see if it is still snowing.’ She led him to the far end of the small withdrawing room, where they had more privacy and could talk quietly without being overheard.

He grinned, delighted with her friendly and unrestrained demeanour. Reaching the window, he took her hand, stroking her delicate fingers. ‘My heart is racing, seeing you once again.’ He gazed at her, mesmerized with her large eyes that unique colour of pale jade, the touch of rose in pale cheeks, her ebony hair glistening in the candlelight. Yes, she was indeed beautiful, a nymph of the night. He stopped himself, stroking her sloping shoulders, as his eyes swept over the rise and fall of her plump breasts.  Taking her hand, he murmured, ‘Dear Sophia, I think we shall have to postpone that stroll, tis snowing hard, and the night is fast upon us.’


Chapter 12

Time Alone

Sopha sighed. ‘Tis these early evenings, why today it was fast drawing in at four of the clock.’

‘If we were at Breckonbridge, I would whisk you away on a sleigh ride,’

‘Oh my lord, I would love that. Our papa took us for sleigh rides; we had so much fun. He would pile us in together, with hot bricks for our feet and cover us with rugs; we loved it. Before I lost my two brothers, we had two sleighs. Papa would take us girls, and the boys would follow with our mama.’ Her voice softened, ‘how I miss those days. He was the kindest of fathers.’

Jake bit his lip, thinking of his own selfish pater who’d lived for the gaming hells and loose women.

Seeing his change of mood, Sophia put her hand gently on his broad chest. ‘My lord is all well with you; you look saddened?’

‘Nay – just a few memories rising, but enough I am here, and in your delightful company. Now tell me, do you keep horses?’

‘Nay, my lord, sadly we had to let them go. The sleighs lie unused in the barn; they are in a sorry state.’

 ‘Well then, I shall have a carpenter look at them.’

‘I don’t think it is possible to repair them, my lord; the wood is rotting.’

‘At least let me have a look at them.’

‘I will just go and tell mama.’

Sophia returned, an astonished look on her face. ‘Mama is actually allowing us to go to the barn with only Augusta as a chaperone. I thought it would entail Patience as well, and even herself.’

He beamed. ‘Come then, but wear a cloak, tis icy out there.’

Picking their way carefully in the falling snow, she led him to a barn some fifty yards from the Manse. As she went to the huge doors, he stepped in front of her.  ‘Allow me.’

With Augusta and Freddie close behind them, Jake glanced over the neat bales of straw stacked against the walls and looked to see yet more on the upper floor. Seeing the rickety ladder, he frowned.  ‘Tell me you do not use that?’

‘Well, tis sturdy enough, my lord.’

‘Hmm.’ was his only reply as he walked over and tested it.

He almost glared at her. ‘Sophia, promise me you will not use this again until my carpenters have seen to it. Indeed, we will provide you with a new one. That is until….’ He didn’t finish the sentence; for now, he firmly resolved to marry her as soon as possible. He would then take the whole family to live at Breckonbridge. He was determined to keep this precious girl safe. 

‘Very well, I won’t be using it for a while, so yes, I promise. However, come, the sleighs are over here. He followed her to a dark corner, where lay two sleighs in a sorry state. Seeing the rotting timber, he pursed his lips; there was not much worth saving.  He straightened up, ‘These are beyond repair – fit only for the fire.’

She nodded. ‘I only keep them in memory of papa, really, and all those wonderful times we had together as a family.’

‘Forgive me if I have upset you in any way.’ Jake reached out and drew her close.

Looking up at him, she murmured. ‘My Lord, you are too kind, of course, I forgive you, for you were not to know.’ He nodded; he’d already planned a surprise for her; it would be his wedding gift. He gulped, astonished at his ardour for this young woman. Two days ago, he was unaware of her existence; now, she was constantly in his thoughts. 

He felt a rush of delight; he’d found his true love; he’d never thought to find such a woman or to experience these intense feelings. He felt he’d known her forever, that his soul lay waiting until she appeared. The old cliché of love, at first sight, was indeed true. His mind swept back to see her seated at the Baron’s dining table, her beauty outshining her drab attire. He wanted to hold her tighter, feel her curves blend to his body. He glanced over to see Augusta was nowhere to be seen. He bent to Sophia. ‘Where is your sister.’

Sophia grinned impishly. ‘She is giving us some privacy, my lord.’

Seeing her sweet upturned face, he wasted no time. His lips sought hers, his heart racing, as her curves did indeed blend with his angles. Gently, he licked her top lip seeking entrance, and was rewarded with a hesitant tongue responding, the sweetness of honey pervading his senses. Feeling her arms reach up and slip around his neck, he grasped her firmly, feeling the soft, generous mounds rest against him.  His hands slipped down to pull her hips against his but then regretted it; his groin responded much too hastily. It was already burgeoning in his breeches. Darn it, moving slightly away, so as not to disturb her innocent responses, he stroked her back, pulling off the cape and allowing it to drift to the straw. He felt her tremble as their tongues now slowly waltzed together. He drew away, his lips following the curve of her slender neck, feeling the veins pulse, as his hands reached her bosom. Gently, he tipped his finger into the modest décolletage; as she did not back away, he stroked the soft nipple to arousal. Shifting his hips, so she would not feel the growing hardness of his member, he drew her in further until she was hard against his thigh and knee. He heard a moan as her body swayed and melted into him. His hands ached to release her breast, to lift those skirts, but he restrained himself.   Why risk things now and perchance frighten her away with his lust.

As Sophia arched her body to his, he heard Augusta call to them, ‘hurry – hurry mama is on her way over.’


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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © Katy Walters

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Sleigh Ride: Chapters 9 & 10

Sleigh Ride: Chapters 9 & 10

Please enjoy my festive romance novel, Sleigh Ride . Set in Regency England, and including some authentic language of the times, the reader is taken on a truly magical Christmas journey. Miss Sophia Vale faces poverty. Enter the Earl of Breconbridge, renowned as a rake hell with a conscience. New chapters will be posted every Monday and Thursday.

In Memory of my Mother, Dylis Walker, who sadly passed away on the 20th December 2020. With traditional Welsh tenacity and vigour she lived a rich and full 99 years.
Bye Mum… I shall miss you.

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Sleigh Ride: Chapters 9 & 10

Chapter 9

A Lady Trust a Duke

Taking Sophia into the small sitting room, she closed the door. ‘Dearest, I must needs be quite sure of the Earl before I allow him to court you.’

‘Court me?’ Sophia felt her heart jump within her breast. ‘But you have blown this out of all proportion; next, you will be telling me you have demanded the wedding bans be called.’

‘Nay, sweetheart, it appears he is serious and has even confided to me that he has a tendre for you already. But, there are things to clear up before I allow him to proceed.’

Sophia plopped down on the chair, ‘Goodness, I was not aware his intentions were so serious.’

‘Well, my dear, once we have seen the Marquess, and he has declared the Earl to be all that he claims to be, then I would not be surprised if he offered for you.’

‘But Mama, we’ve just met and only had a few words. How on earth could he be serious? Honestly, Mama tis you, pushing like this; I would not be surprised if he runs with his tail between his legs. You are worse than Freddie; you bite with words.’

‘Dearest, there is something I am not at liberty to tell you at the moment, but upon my return, I hope the matter will be cleared up.’

Patience came to Sophia’s side. ‘Mama, I fear your standards are too high, even the most angelic of men could not reach them, and I am not sure I wish to marry a puritan, why life would be a bore. None of us will ever wed or even receive an offer. Your standards are far too high.’

Augusta nodded. ‘Yes, I hear that tis quite in order for a gentleman to have a mistress; the wife just pretends she has no knowledge of it, and would certainly not upbraid him for such, as she could be punished.’

‘Augusta, enough, I do not wish to hear the word “mistress” or any allusions to it, uttered in the Manse. What would your dear papa have said?’

Augusta raised her eyes to the ceiling. ‘Really, I think we must prepare ourselves for the nunnery.’

‘That is enough, Augusta. The Earl has been kind enough to send for the Physicker and a nurse, who will attend to Emily in my absence.’

Seeing her daughters’ faces drop, she added hurriedly. ‘Tis just in case there is an emergency beyond your caring abilities.  So I would like you to treat them with the greatest of respect. The Earl has kindly offered to reimburse Physicker Moreton and the nurse who will accompany him. So now, I must hasten to get ready, as the Earl will return any minute now.’

Sophia looked aghast. ‘You mean you are really serious; you will meet with the Marquess?’

‘Yes, my dear, I intend to meet the rules of propriety in this matter. I must have an impeccable reference from the Marquess, as to the Earl’s good character and standing in the ton.’

‘Why all this palaver about the ton? We have had naught to do with it before.’

‘My dear, I know we are far below the status of any member of the ton. That is beside the point; you, your sisters, and your brother are of the first importance in my life. I will fight for your safety and happiness now and in the future. After the Earl’s behaviour last night, you must appreciate my apprehension about his suitability as a suiter.

Sophia nodded. ‘Yes, I do realize that, mama, but I fear I will lose him before I have the chance to even meet him properly. He is indeed so handsome, so debonair, and I am over the boughs with him, but you are not giving me a chance to experience even courting with him. He will flee before your draconian demands.’ 

Lady Vale laughed. ‘You underestimate your charms, my love.’

Augusta frowned. ‘But mama, he cannot be sincere in his intentions to wed; the ton will give him the cut; he is marrying a commoner.’

‘You are all the grandchildren of an Earl and a Viscount, and as such, you are entitled to membership of the ton; it’s just that I did not have means to present you at Court or pay for a come-out ball. So rest assured, my darlings, you are all very precious, and with sweet manners, so you will be embraced by Polite Society.’

Sophia raised her eyebrows. ‘Mama, you are too optimistic.’

‘Our only set back is, you have no fortune, the Earl; however, is heir to a fortune; his uncle is the Marquess of Brindlehurst and resides at the Abbey. It has over eight hundred acres, can you imagine that?’

She beamed. ‘So I shall leave you all now. However, I’ll return by early evening.’ Without further ado, she rushed to the door and, opening it, disappeared down the path.

Sophia ran after her; she just wanted a glimpse of the Earl; it was all happening so fast, and they had not even exchanged two sentences.

As Jake helped Lady Vale into the carriage, he turned to see Sophia, her skirts flying, run towards them. Walking towards her, he grinned, his heart lifting. Each time he saw her, he was impassioned with her beauty, her vitality, and most of all, those eyes, the colour of pale jade.

Trying to catch her breath Sophia curtsied, speaking softly, ‘my lord, I know not what is happening here. Do forgive my mother; she is inclined to be dramatic of nature.’

Lady Vale, now seated in the carriage, poked her head through the door. ‘Sophia go back – at once, d’you hear? At once.’

Sophia felt the impulse to climb into the carriage with her; after all, it was her life, her beau. She was one and twenty and could legally pick and wed her own suiter. It seemed the Earl read her thoughts, for he came up to her and held her hand. ‘Bear with me; we shall have that stroll.’

Sophia whispered, ‘I  wonder you have not run for your life. I know mamas can be overbearing, but mine is turning into a dragon.’

Her mama called out, ‘Sophia, go back to the Manse now, d’you hear me?’

The Earl kissed the air above Sophia’s knuckles. ‘Never fear dear girl, I will sort this and return to you within a short while; yea, even in time for us to have the infamous stroll.’ Bowing, he turned and made his way to the carriage, where her mama sat irritated, fanning her face with a lace handkerchief.

Watching the carriage trundle away, Sophia, with glum visage, turned back to the Manse and her sisters.

Augusta came forward. ‘Oh, Sophia, how could she, how could mama ruin it all for you?’

Shutting the door behind them, Patience said, ‘I shall make sure I have clandestine affairs at night when mama is abed.’

August said, ‘you know you would not be allowed to do that, Patience, you would be ruined.’

‘Yes, but better ruined than becoming an ape-leader. I can imagine all six of us becoming spinster aunts doting on Benjamin’s offspring.’

Sophia nodded glumly. ‘I wonder whether the Earl will return with her. I would never have thought this of Mama; she has always been fair and sweet with us all. I know she reprimanded us at times but only when necessary. Now, she is truly turning into a dragon. The Earl may think he could not bear the prospect of spending the rest of his life under the auspices of such a domineering mother-in-law.’ She felt tears spring to her eyes. ‘Damn the Baron, he is the cause of all of this. He ruins anything we do. Will, I ever see the Earl again?’


Chapter 10

The Vow

A distinguished butler of some fifty years or so met the Earl and Lady Vale at the gothic portico of Brindlehurst Castle. He bowed a welcome, looking elegant in dark coattails, black satin breeches, white silk stockings, and black buckled shoes.  Lady Vale, aware of her faded velvet maroon cloak and worn brocade gown followed him, almost overwhelmed by the castle’s wealth and elegance. Coats of arms covered the vast stone walls, interspersed with ancient tapestries and heraldic flags, going back through the centuries.  Here and there, she caught the liquid stare of a stag, its magnificent antlers towering over a majestic head.

The Butler led them into a spacious reception area furnished with Jacobean oak mule chests and chairs with triangular seats, the arms, and legs, a mass of turnery. Elizabethan farthingale chairs were lost in the vast space, with Turkish rugs covering a huge flagstone floor.  Fragile Hepplewhite chairs sat by the grand fireplace, a massive stone carved mantel with gargoyles leaping out.

It was such an impressive room but bitterly cold when too far away from the enormous logs’ flames. As Lady Vale put her hands out to the warmth from the hearth, the butler announced the Marquess. Her heart pounded as she turned to see an elderly gentleman walk towards them, his back somewhat bowed. But he exuded an air of elegance; a kindly smile softened his face’s hard aristocratic planes.

She gave a deep curtsey, murmuring, ‘my Lord.’

Taking her hand, he raised her up and led her to a chair. ‘Come warm yourself by the fire, my lady; these rooms can be somewhat draughty.’

Lady Vale nodded, relieved to feel the warmth from the flames. Draughty was not the world; icy would be more appropriate.  She noticed he wore a single-breasted fine worsted herringbone tailcoat with a high cutaway and peak lapels, twill breeches, and thick woollen stockings. On his head, he wore a soft velvet cap with a tassel. He was so different from what she anticipated. Indeed, his whole demeanour gave an aura of homeliness. 

Seated, he leant on his cane. ‘So m’dear, you have some reservations on this whippersnapper here heh?’

Lady Vale nodded; even with his grandfatherly stance, she still felt embarrassed and somewhat flustered. It wasn’t every day one met a Marquess, and for many, it wasn’t once in a lifetime. However, she took a deep breath, thinking only of her dearest Sophia. This was such a critical time for her. If her mama did not protect her, she would be on the threshold of a terribly unhappy life, married to a debauched rakehell. Not that the Earl looked anywhere near debauched, but from the way he behaved last night, he soon would be.

Seeing her discomfiture, the Earl said softly, ‘Lady Vale is somewhat dismayed that I am interested in her daughter. Sadly, uncle, she found me at the Baron’s manor in my assumed role of a rakehell.’

The duke raised his eyebrows. ‘Pon rep, not a word to utter in the presence of a lady. Hey, what madam?’

Lady Vale nodded, biting her lip. ‘Yes indeed, your lordship, I … I … forgive me, my lord, but I question the Earl’s suitability for my gently raised daughter. I found him in … in questionable circumstances with … err … oh dear how can I say it?’

‘Say it, my lady. I will not be offended.’

‘No, but I will be, so instead, I shall say ladies of dubious character and also an odious man known as Baron Hawsley. ‘

‘Hah, I see, can’t say as I blame you, madam. Would have many dear ladies reaching for their vinaigrettes.’ He glanced at his nephew. ‘Darned bad show Jacob. We have to protect our ladies, can’t be disturbing their fragile brains. Told you before about this. Treat ‘em with the utmost gentleness, so delicate y’see.’

‘Yes, uncle, I am well aware of our duty to protect our fairer sex—’

Lady Vale jumped at the word ‘sex.’ Oh dear, oh dear, Lord Wells – please.’

The duke growled. ‘Forgive the whippet madam, pon rep., don’t know what’s wrong with this generation, wasn’t so in my day. Knew our “p’s and q’s” as Caxton would say, hey what?’ 

Jacob coughed to interrupt him. ‘Uncle, can you assure Lady Vale that I take on an assumed role when I am abroad on my business.’

‘Hmm? Err – yes madam, the whippet leads a double life, all for king and country you know. Ye see, sworn to—’

‘Uncle, I think the lady has heard enough.’

The Marquess beamed. ‘Quite so, quite so. Tis through the work of my nephew and other brave fellows like him, you can sleep quiet of mind in your bed, madam. But as Jacob says, I can say no more.’

Lady Vale nodded, but she was indeed a dragon when on a quest for the safety of her child. ‘Yes, but does it entail such ribald behaviour, my lord?  Cannot this work, of which you speak, be done with delicacy?’

‘Don’t think there’s any delicacy in cutting off a varmint’s head – same thing my lady.’

‘Oh – oh. Cutting … head.’ Lady Vale pushed back in her seat. ‘My lord, I think I have need of my hartshorn.’ Rummaging in her large reticule, she pulled out the vinaigrette and waved it under her nose.  ‘Oh dear, I do believe I am about to faint.’ At which she toppled from her chair, landing sprawled on the floor at the feet of the marquess.

‘Deuce uncle didn’t have to be so bloody about it; twas you who said they are such delicate creatures.’ Gathering the lady up in his arms, he carried her to the Hepplewhite sofa, and knelt fanning her face with his own lacy handkerchief. Within seconds, her eyes fluttered open. Weakly, she whispered. ‘My lord, I think; I must return home, tis all too much for me.’

Jacob smiled wryly; she was indeed a dragon. She knew well how to act; her fall to the floor was effected with aplomb, her way of controlling both men, young and old.’ Weakly she said, ‘So even now you or your uncle cannot assure me you are….’

Dryly he said, ‘my lady would you like to speak to the King. I can arrange an interview?’

‘Oh – oh, err no of course not; I…oh dear. I think I do believe you.’

Jacob nodded, stung with a fleeting thought, if this was how the mother behaved, would the daughter grow to be like her?  The thought gave him momentary grief; he envisaged the years stretching ahead with a younger version of Lady Vale. Would she acquire the same domineering manner, ruling and ruining his life?

He shook his head; no, he thought of Sophia’s gentle smile, her delicate whispers, those beautiful eyes the colour of jade. He looked at Lady Vale. ‘Madame, I am enthralled with your daughter. I do not have to court her; I fell in love with her the moment I saw her in that plain little gown, and even with the drab hairstyle, she sparkled. Nothing could hide her beauty and gentle nature. I intend to claim her.’

Lady Vale sat up sharply. ‘I am convinced my lord – and will be happy to allow you to pay court to t my daughter.’

Jacob smiled politely and forgave her; after all, if Sophia had been his daughter, he would do the same. Probably even worse, he’d have banned her from seeing him ever again. After all, he’d behaved like a dirty dish, a bounder of the lowest order. He couldn’t say it was all in the cause of duty; he’d rather enjoyed it.  A wave of guilt swept through him, but the Cyprians appealed to his basic instincts, as would any man. It was so unfair really, gentlemen could misbehave and be forgiven without even a slap on the wrist. However, ladies were imprisoned behind the bars of propriety that forbade them to be alone with a man. Ruination was so easily had for the slightest mistake in a young girl’s life. For the most minor mishap, she faced not only ruination, but a cut from Polite Society, a life alone, as no man would have her. As for his lustful behaviour, maybe it was time to call it a day. Brandy, loose women and gaming were slowly debasing him; it was time to settle for the sweet Sophia, a diamond of the first water.


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