The Ghost Tree. Barbara Erskine

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       1760

      ‘Mama has said we can go to Cardross!’ David Erskine strode into the room, his hair awry. At seventeen he was the eldest son in the family. His brother Harry was thirteen and Tom was ten. ‘She said it would be wonderful to have us out from under her feet for a few weeks.’

      His two brothers glanced at each other, unable to believe their luck. ‘No sisters?’ Harry said cautiously.

      David smiled triumphantly. ‘No sisters!’ Their elder sister Anne was twenty-one; Isabella was twenty. ‘They will stay with Mama. She can spend the summer finding husbands for them.’ All three boys sniggered. They knew their sisters’ lack of prospects worried their parents. Anne particularly was studious and religious and she, like them all, had no fortune. Poor Anne was doomed to spinsterhood, but her mother had not given up yet.

      David had been working on their plan to escape the confines of the top-floor tenement flat in Gray’s Close for a couple of weeks now, since Tom’s escapade in the High Street. His little brother irritated him enormously, but at base he was only small and his terror at his experience had moved even David. The boy had come home, white with shock and crying, shakily confessing to their parents where he had been and what he had seen.

      Satisfied that his son wasn’t able to identify the culprit, and needn’t be called as a witness, his father had on this occasion contented himself with a strong reprimand, hastily brushing aside Tom’s stammered description of the man’s ghostly apparition and wearily agreeing with his eldest son that it would benefit Tom as much if not more than all of them to be free of the claustrophobic confines of the flat for a while. Some good fresh air was what the boy needed to rid him of his dangerously active imagination.

      The family castle at Cardross had been sold fifteen years before by their father, and only his elder children, David, Anne and Isabella, could remember it. In David’s case, barely. Neither Henry (Harry to the family), nor Tom, the youngest, had been born. David could still picture the ruinous tower, crumbling walls, miles of wonderful countryside, forest, moorland, wild desolate bog, boating on the loch, freedom. Life in Edinburgh was one long round of constraint for all of them. Their father was charming and vague and kind to his children, preoccupied with his own interests. It was their mother who was strict. It was she who taught them all to read, progressing to Latin and then to her great passion, mathematics. It was she who held the purse strings, she who carefully and methodically eked out their meagre finances, she who, though she knew he would deny it, had persuaded her husband to sell the Cardross estates to his cousin John of Carnock, who, as a popular and brilliant professor of law at the university, earned a large enough salary to run the place. John Carnock, amongst his many other duties, quietly kept a fatherly eye on David, who was one of his students, and on the rest of the Buchan brood. His own children were grown and he pitied his cousin’s young family, cooped up in the rambling flat on the crowded spine of Edinburgh’s heart. He was only too happy to agree to David’s plea and allow the children to escape to their ancestral home for the summer.

      The Earl and Countess of Buchan still had some of their estates, the Linlithgowshire acres and Kirkhill House at Broxburn, thirteen miles from Edinburgh, but that too was ruinous and leaked, just as Cardross had done. Agnes, the children’s mother, had hated living in these ancient castles. She loved the sophisticated delights of Edinburgh’s intellectual life, with writers, lawyers, politicians, ministers of the kirk always there, taking tea, dining, discussing excitedly the matters of the moment, the concerts and the theatre. It was a huge relief to her when all that was left of Cardross to the Buchan family was the title. David, as the eldest son, was Lord Cardross; his sisters were Ladies; Harry and Thomas, much to their glee, were styled ‘honourable’.

      John Carnock sent the trio off in his coach. He knew Agnes, Presbyterian to the roots of her hair, would not have approved such luxury but he persuaded her that as he was sending a load of books and furniture to Cardross anyway it would be a favour to have David there to see them safely in place and to keep an eye on things. He was refurbishing the castle, he explained to her, and there was no one there from the family to oversee matters as he was spending the summer in town working on his latest book. David, it was made clear, would be expected to watch the builders and report back.

      No one, least of all Agnes, expected anything of the sort СКАЧАТЬ