Forbidden Flame. Anne Mather

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СКАЧАТЬ CHAPTER THREE

      CAROLINE and her charge were to work in the library.

      After unburdening himself of the reasons for the antipathy between himself and Luis, Esteban became calm and businesslike. With a sense of pride, in complete contrast to his inconsequence of the night before, he showed Caroline around the main rooms of the hacienda, pointing out particular pieces of interest, and relating a little of their history. He was knowledgeable about the myths and legends of the area, making her blood tingle with stories of mindless clay men created by the gods, of soulless wooden men whose tools rose up in rebellion against them, and who were turned into monkeys. He showed her an Aztec funerary mask, and described how the evil goddess Tezcatlipoca had dressed the god Quetzalcoatl in such a mask before forcing him to take part in a drunken orgy of lust and incest. The culimination had been that Quetzalcoatl had flung himself on a funeral pyre, and after several days of purification, his heart had risen to the heavens to become the planet Venus.

      There were many such legends, each attached to some remnant of history. As well as the overwhelming influence of Catholicism, there were also tiny effigies of Totec, the Mayan god of mankind; Yum Caax, the maize god; Kinich Ahau and Tlacolteutl; Xolotl, Quetzalcoatl’s brother, and Hanhau, the Mayan god of death. The hacienda was a treasure house of gold and antiquity, and although there was something slightly vulgar about it, it was undeniably impressive.

      It was while they were examining the azulejos in the music room that Caroline became aware of someone watching them, and turning quickly, she saw Emilia hovering reluctantly in the doorway. Esteban turned and saw her, too, and with a gesture of welcome bade her join them.

      ‘Come, pequeña,’ he beckoned her affably. ‘Come and meet Miss Leyton. She is your new governess, and I want you to be friends.’

      Emilia made no move towards them. Clearly, Esteban had not been lying when he said she disobeyed him, but whether that was through Luis’s influence or not, there was no way of knowing—yet. Certainly Luis’s affection for the little girl had seemed genuine enough, and hers for him, but until Caroline had had a chance to talk with her she could make no real assessment.

      ‘Emilia! Venga! Inmediatamente!’ Esteban’s voice had lost a lot of its benevolence. ‘Come—see what I have here for you.’ He fumbled in his pocket, as if searching for a gift. ‘If you do not come and look, you will never know what it is I have here, will you? Now, are you going to do as you are told?’

      Emilia sighed, and then, evidently curious to know what he was holding, she left her position by the door and approached them with measured steps. She scarcely looked at Caroline. Her attention was all concentrated on her father, and as she neared him she tilted her head slightly, trying to see what he had in his hand.

      Caroline was curious, too, but she stepped aside politely, unwilling to intrude on this exchange between father and daughter. It was the first time she had seen them together, but although there was a faint family resemblance, Emilia’s features must more closely resemble those of her mother.

      What happened next happened so suddenly, it was over before she could protest, even had she dared to do so. As Emilia stretched out her neck to glimpse what her father was holding, his hand shot out and caught her, biting into her arm with cruel intent, as his other hand delivered a blow to her cheek. Emilia staggered, and would have fallen had he not been holding her. Her face went white, as white as the muslin of her dress, except for the livid marks of her father’s fingers that were rapidly reddening, but she did not cry. Caroline could see her steeling herself, forcing back the tears, and realised, as the blood drained from her own face, that she was holding her own breath.

      She expelled it as Don Esteban caught his daughter’s chin between his fingers, forcing her face up to his. ‘Let that be a lesson to you, pequeña,’ he declared, with cold emphasis. ‘You will not make a fool of me in front of Miss Leyton, as you tried to do with Miss Thackeray!’

      ‘No, señor.’

      Emilia spoke respectfully, but her voice was sullen. It was obvious from her behaviour that this was not the first time her father had struck her, but she had learned from experience not to answer back.

      ‘Now, greet Miss Leyton as the daughter of the house of Montejo should do, with politeness and courtesy, and a smile on that sulky little face of yours,’ he advised, and Caroline had to face yet another mortifying moment.

      ‘Welcome to San Luis de Merced, Miss Leyton,’ Emilia recited, her eyes downcast. And then, at her father’s insistence, she lifted her head and spread her lips in an unholy rictus. ‘I hope you will be very happy here.’

      Caroline gathered herself with difficulty. ‘Thank you, Emilia,’ she replied stiffly. ‘I—hope I will be, too.’

      ‘So, now the formalities are over, we will show Miss Leyton where you are to work,’ announced Don Esteban, releasing his daughter’s arm. ‘I think you will find my choice of venue appealing, Miss Leyton. The library is a soundproof room, and I have many interesting first editions.’

      The library was as impressive as the rest of the house. Books lined the walls from floor to ceiling, leather-bound and highly polished, their gold lettering as distinctive now as it had ever been.

      ‘As you can see, I insist that this collection must be kept in perfect condition,’ Esteban said proudly. ‘From time to time, I have an expert come here from the university in Mexico City. He examines the books, and arranges any restorative work that is necessary.’

      Caroline looked round her in admiration. A tiny, iron-railed balcony was situated near the moulded ceiling, enabling any enthusiastic bibliophile access to the upper shelves, and a delicately carved spiral staircase complemented the mobile ladder that provided a means of reaching the volumes out of reach.

      ‘You will work here,’ Esteban indicated a leather-topped desk, set beneath the long windows. ‘See—I have arranged for Emilia’s books to be placed here for your perusal, and if you require anything further, it can be obtained from the supplier in Merida.’

      ‘Thank you.’ Caroline touched the pile of worn textbooks with a grateful finger. This, at least, was something she knew and understood, and she glanced anxiously at Emilia, expecting to meet resentment or antagonism. But Emilia returned her gaze with only faintly hostile eyes, and Caroline’s spirits lifted slightly at the prospect of making some headway.

      ‘I will leave you,’ Esteban said now, much to her relief. ‘I have matters of the estate to discuss, with my overseer. I will see you both at lunchtime, señorita, when we can discuss Emilia’s progress. Until then, hasta luego, Miss Leyton. Hasta luego, Emilia.’

      The door closed, and Caroline sank down rather weakly on to the leather chair beside the desk. The silence that followed Esteban’s departure was pregnant with emotion, but anything was better than the tension that had gripped her since Emilia joined them in the music room.

      Emilia moved round the desk now, to lean with her elbows on its surface. She regarded Caroline’s troubled face with concentration for a few moments, and then, with an inconsequence mature for her years, she said: ‘I told you you wouldn’t like it here.’

      Caroline looked at her blankly, then briskly reached for one of the dog-eared textbooks. ‘You know, you could be right,’ she remarked calmly, and opened the book.

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