Stand and Deliver your Heart. Barbara Cartland

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      Kingfisher responded at once to her pull on the reins and came to an abrupt standstill.

      Vanda realised that straight ahead in the very centre of the woods, where she had never seen anybody before, there were men.

      The sound she had heard was a coarse laugh.

      Now listening intently she could hear their voices and she knew immediately that they did not belong to any local men.

      The inhabitants of Little Stock, as the local village was named, spoke with a slow but distinct Wiltshire accent.

      Sometimes she laughed with her father at what they said and the way they spoke. But she thought actually that it was quite attractive.

      Whoever they might be ahead of her in the wood were talking harshly to each other.

      Their accent was quite different and there was something about the sound of their voices that she did not like.

      In fact she felt unaccountably afraid,

      Who, she then asked herself, could possibly be making so much noise in the one place in the wood that many people thought of as Holy?

      She supposed that they must be some village hooligans, but from which village?

      How dare they trespass in the private estate of the Earl of Wynstock?

      These were unanswerable questions and she knew that it would be a mistake to try to find out the answer.

      The laughter came again and then the chatter of coarse voices.

      She could not understand what was being said, but she was sure that there were three or perhaps more men speaking.

      She turned Kingfisher round and went back along the moss-covered path by which she had come.

      When she could no longer hear the odd sounds behind her, she felt angry that the strictest privacy of the wood was being violated by unseemly strangers.

      She wondered just what they could be doing there in the wood and why they found it so amusing.

      ‘I shall never know the answers to those questions,’ she told herself. ‘But I do hope they will go away and never come back.’

      It suddenly struck her that they might do damage to the great house itself.

      Wyn Hall was a magnificent example of the work of the Adam Brothers. It had been completed in the middle of the previous century on the site of a much older house.

      The Earls of Wynstock dated back to King Henry VIII.

      They had grown more important down the centuries and each one had improved the house that they lived in and they had also bought more land.

      Having been brought up in the shadow of the great Wyn Hall, Vanda had a deep affection for it.

      In the same way she loved the old Earl.

      He was a distinguished man who enjoyed the company of her father, who was nearly the same age as he was.

      The Earl had never been in the Army, but he liked to hear of the life that Vanda’s father, General Sir Alexander Charlton, had lived.

      He told him about the many years he had spent with his Regiment in India and how well it was doing under British rule.

      When the Earl died, Vanda knew that her father felt lost without him.

      He had been shattered by her mother’s death and, when she was no longer there, he was just like a man who had been crippled.

      He was, however, able to forget his unhappiness when he had a friend of his own age to talk to.

      Now she thought sadly that he only had her.

      Although she tried very hard to fill the gap in his life, it was difficult to do anything but listen when he talked on and on endlessly about his long life.

      Fortunately ‘the General’ as the village liked to call him, was now writing a book and it was taking him a long time because he had so much to remember and so much to record.

      At least, Vanda thought now, he must have reached the year when she was born.

      She was certain that when it was finished it would be of great interest to the public.

      She in fact had had considerable difficulty in persuading her father to write down the stories he told so amusingly.

      Her mother had loved them all hugely even though she had heard them told hundreds of time

      “Then tell Vanda,” she would plead with him, “how you quelled a mutiny among your sepoys.”

      Or else she would say,

      “Describe the real beauty of the Palace belonging to the Maharajah of Udaipur and the pink one you liked the best in Jaipur.”

      Vanda adored her father’s tales.

      She knew that the task of writing his reminiscences was making all the difference to his life.

      He had been writing when she had left the house and he would not realise how many hours she had been away.

      It was only for the last eighteen months that he had been unable to accompany her on horseback.

      At first she felt guilty, knowing how much he enjoyed being on one of his well-bred horses.

      Sir Alexander’s legs were swollen with rheumatism and it hurt to walk let alone ride.

      Vanda now reached the end of the wood.

      She wondered if she should go home and tell her father about the strange men in the centre of it.

      Then she had a better idea.

      She would ride up to The Hall and tell the caretakers to be on their guard.

      If the hooligans were really intent on making trouble, they might stone the windows of the house or perhaps try to break some of the stone statues in the garden.

      ‘I will warn the Taylors, the caretakers of the house,’ she decided.

      She rode Kingfisher quickly through the Park under the ancient oak trees, across the bridge that spanned the lake and straight into the stables.

      She was so used to going there that it was almost like coming home.

      As she then reached the yard, the Head Groom, who had known her since she was a child, came out of the stable.

      He smiled a greeting before he said,

      “Afternoon, Miss Vanda, it be a sight for sore eyes to see thee.”

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