Lord of Legends. Susan Krinard

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СКАЧАТЬ I saw Mr. Ware, your ladyship,” Nola said. “Out in the park.”

      Nola’s tone was anything but sly, yet Mariah was very much on her guard. “And why were you creeping about outside, Nola?”

      “I often go for walks at night, though Mrs. Baines doesn’t approve.” She performed another curtsey, which worked well to hide her expression. “I’m sorry, your ladyship.”

      “I should avoid annoying Mrs. Baines, if I were you. As for Mr. Ware, he is known to do just as he wishes. Our grounds are considerably larger than his and have excellent prospects by moonlight. There is a full moon tonight. Perhaps he had an urge to view it.”

      “Yes, ma’am. But.” Nola dropped her voice very low. “I could make sure she doesn’t see you.”

      Mariah froze. Was that what the girl’s interference was all about? Did she—did all the servants—know what the dowager suspected of her daughter-in-law?

      “I am not concerned about the dowager,” Mariah said sternly. “But I should not wish to disturb her. She has quite enough concerns as it is.”

      “Then you are going to see the man who looks like Lord Donnington.”

      Matters had proceeded to the point that denials would probably have little effect. She had begun this, and she could hardly blame the maid for behaving like the intelligent girl she was.

      “Tell me, Nola,” she said, “why should you want to help me?”

      “Because Lord Donnington’s going away wasn’t your fault, not like some people say.”

      Good Lord. “You might find yourself in trouble if you gossip about such matters in the servants’ quarters.”

      “But I don’t, your ladyship,” Nola said. “Never.” She glanced over her shoulder into the entrance hall. “What can I do, ma’am?”

      Countering Nola’s stubborn resolve was no more likely than convincing her that her mistress had nothing to hide. “Stay here,” Mariah said. “If I find a way for you to help, I’ll certainly let you know.”

      “I hope … I hope you will be very careful, your ladyship.”

      “I shall.” Mariah held the girl’s gaze. “No matter what else happens, you must keep our meetings absolutely secret.”

      Nola nodded solemnly. “I understand, your ladyship.”

      “Very good. You go up to bed now, Nola.”

      “Yes, ma’am.”

      Realizing full well that she was taking a very great risk, Mariah stood at the foot of the stairs until Nola had disappeared into the shadows. She could afford to delay no longer.

      Outside, England’s lingering twilight had finally given way to darkness. Mariah kept the lantern as dim as she could and went directly to the folly.

      Sinjin was already there. He wore dark riding clothes and carried his own lantern, unlit. His horse, Shaitan, grazed contentedly on the long grass beside the lakeshore.

      Sinjin turned into Mariah’s light, hand raised to shield his eyes.

      “Merry?”

      “Sinjin! It isn’t yet eleven!”

      “Sorry, but I was rather eager to see what this is all about.” He shifted slightly, and the lantern’s light caught metal near his waist.

      A gun.

      “For God’s sake, Sinjin!” she hissed. “There’s no need for that.”

      “He might be a lunatic,” Sinjin said, unfazed.

      “I never said—”

      “If there’s a prisoner in the folly, there has to be good reason for it. A poacher, most likely. A temporary punishment—”

      “A poacher who looks like Donnington?”

      His eyes told her that he had not lost any part of his skepticism. “I am most eager to observe this resemblance.”

      “Observe it, but don’t speak of it.” She reminded herself that what she was about to say was absolutely necessary. “You suspected that I had a theory about who might have done this to him. But it isn’t my theory, Sinjin. It’s his.”

      “I thought you said he didn’t remember anythi—”

      “He blames Donnington,” she said in a rush. “He believes that Donnington did this to him.”

      Sinjin was too stunned to laugh. “Do you know what you’re saying?”

      “I didn’t say I accepted his claims,” she said. “But you must be careful, Sinjin. Don’t question him about it. I don’t think he realizes how much he looks like … like the man he blames for what’s happened to him.”

      “How is any of this possible?”

      “I don’t know.”

      Reflected light glazed the gun’s barrel as Sinjin gripped it reflexively. “I’m sorry, Merry, but I—”

      “Put that away. You won’t need it.” She stared into his eyes. “Wait here until I call you.”

      “Mariah …”

      “Please, just do as I say!”

      Sinjin subsided, though his expression was anything but sanguine. Mariah carried her pillowcase up the stairs, readying the key for the lock. She entered with every bit as much apprehension as she had the second time, half afraid of what she might find.

      Everything was as she had left it. No one had been inside since she’d last come. Ash stood at the bars, his face turned so as to look beyond her, toward the square of darkness framed through the two doors.

      “Who?” he demanded in a harsh voice. “Who is he?”

      CHAPTER FIVE

      ASH SMELLED THE man before he walked into the room, his hand near his hip and the glitter of iron at his waist. He was dark-haired and brown-eyed, lean and well formed, and he wore a shirt, trousers and the overgarment that Ash remembered was called a “jacket.”

      He smelled almost exactly the same as the enemy who had put Ash in this place.

      Mariah blocked the stranger’s path, but he clearly saw Ash. His eyes widened in astonishment.

      “My God,” he said. “My God.” He stumbled into the wall, breathing heavily, and continued to stare.

      Ash flung himself at the bars, and the stranger jerked away. Mariah approached the cage, hand raised, the slim, straight lines of her brows drawn over her eyes.

      “Ash? Are you all right?”

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