Chapter 3 #3
“Instead of making her his enemy by taking so much of her husband’s time. But then, Father has always tended to discount women.”
Chastity frowned over the matter. “With all his plans in the dust, I suppose it is not strange that Father has become . . . extreme in his manner. But that doesn’t explain an alliance with the Vernhams. I suppose Sir William must have had influence to barter.”
Verity tucked the stockings into the box. “With whom? Influence with Augusta would not help. Her enmity runs too deep, and she is sincerely attached to Bute.”
Chastity raised her brows and grinned. “Some would say immorally attached.”
“Chastity!”
“Don’t you think so? You’re alone in the fashionable world, then. And Bute is a fine figure of a man, even if he does have the spirit and brains of a rabbit.”
Verity fought a betraying giggle and lost. “Really, Chastity. But I have to confess that Father’s outrage that such a man is adviser to the king is understandable. Bute could be disastrous for the country and yet seems to have the young king and his mother in his control.”
“Which situation Father would do anything to shatter . . .”
“But Chastity, how could Sir William or Henry possibly help him with that?”
“Not likely, is it?” said Chastity. “I did once hear Father say he was looking for evidence that Bute had Jacobite sympathies, that he had supported Bonnie Prince Charlie in 1745. It is said a great many people flirted with the Jacobites when it looked as if they might succeed in returning the Stuarts to the throne.”
Verity curled her lip. “And then became staunch Hanoverian supporters when the rising collapsed. I detest such self-serving hypocrisy.”
“Wasn’t Sir William one of the Special Investigators set to ferreting out those hidden English Jacobites?”
“Yes,” said Verity with a shudder. “He used to tell gloating stories which made me pity even those wretches. He positively enjoyed wielding power and terrorizing people, and I suspect he made a pretty penny from turning an occasional blind eye. He certainly rose from a petty squire to a rich local lion at about that time.”
“Loathsome man,” said Chastity, her mind on other matters. “Perhaps that’s it! Perhaps he had evidence against Bute, and Father used us as bribes to obtain it. Bute is a Scot, after all.”
Verity stopped her work to consider it, then shook her head. “Really, Chas, I doubt it. Bute is rather stupid, but very loyal. He is a Scot, but not all Scots are Jacobites, no matter what people say.”
Chastity sighed. “I fear you may be right.” She passed Verity a pile of nappies. Something firm crackled within. She pulled out a heavily sealed document. “What on earth is this?”
Verity looked a picture of guilt. “Oh, that.”
Chastity inspected the document. It appeared to be just a couple of sheets of paper, folded and sealed four times. She looked at her sister.
“I didn’t know what to do,” Verity explained nervously. “Some time ago, Sir William showed me that, and where he kept it, and made me swear a solemn oath that when he died I would take it straight to Judge Mansfield, the Lord Chief Justice. William made me swear on the Bible . . .”
“Verity,” said Chastity firmly, knowing her conscientious sister well, “you are not going to London until you are safely wed to Nathaniel.”
“Of course not,” said Verity, but uneasily. “I tell myself I am going toward London after all.”
“Exactly.” Chastity looked at the document. “What do you think it is?”
“I don’t know. But as Sir William did not seem to want his brother to have it, I have wondered if it might be an amendment to his will . . .”
“Cutting out Henry as guardian?” asked Chastity sharply. “Let’s see—”
Verity snatched it. “We mustn’t! Oh, Chastity, I’m sure it will invalidate it if the seals are broken.”
“But . . .” Chastity broke off. “I don’t suppose it makes much difference. The main thing is to get you to Nathaniel. Then we can decide what to do about this.”
“Perhaps we should ask Lord Cyn.”
“Lud, no,” said Chastity. “Who knows what this document is? We don’t want to put ammunition into the hands of a Malloren. Keep it well hidden. Now, I’m going upstairs to change.”
When Chastity had gone, Verity tucked the paper away safely and sighed over her sister’s predicament. Verity had hopes that her own situation would turn out right, but nothing on earth could mend Chastity’s life.
That the Earl of Walgrave should order Chastity to marry Henry Vernham was peculiar; that he should be willing to ruin such a valuable pawn as his daughter in the attempt defied belief.
Verity had been in the country, in the last weeks of her pregnancy, when the scandal had occurred.
She had heard the story from her husband, however, spiced with rage and foul humor.
Sir William had been furious that Chastity had scorned his brother, and had painted the worst possible picture.
Now Verity had heard the story from Chastity.
Henry Vernham was ten years younger than his brother.
Where William was coarse and greedy, Henry was smooth and calculating.
He was not ill-looking, but had only a small competence and a minor court post. He was, in effect, a nonentity who could hardly have expected even to encounter Lady Chastity Ware except for his family connection.
He had, however, not just met her but been so bold as to offer for her hand. And the mighty Earl of Walgrave, far from laughing in his face, had ordered Chastity to accept.
She had refused, scarcely taking the matter seriously at first. The earl’s rage had corrected that impression, but Chastity had still refused.
She had stoically accepted petty restrictions and lectures on duty, not even bending when he forbade her to attend the Wares’ annual grand rout if she would not do so as Vernham’s partner.
Chastity had remarked that she had been more relieved than anything to be locked in her room if the alternative was to have Henry Vernham pawing at her all evening.
She had gone peacefully to sleep, but had woken near midnight when her father burst in on her with half a dozen guests in tow.
She had sat up in alarm, and only then realized that Henry Vernham was lying in the bed beside her, stark naked.
She had realized immediately that the trap could only have been accomplished with her father’s full compliance.
Her door had been locked on the outside.
He had doubtless expected her to give up all resistance to the match.
What else could a young lady do? Chastity, however, had loudly protested her innocence and continued to refuse.
The matter had then become highly unpleasant, with the whole world believing the worst, and the earl losing all control of his temper.
Even whippings and starvation, however, had not changed Chastity’s mind.
In the end the earl had given up. He had washed his hands of his daughter and banished her here to this cottage. He had made sure she would stay in her exile by providing no money, only the coarsest clothing, and by shaving off all Chastity’s beautiful hair.
It had hardly been necessary, for where else could the Notorious Chastity Ware go?
The Earl of Walgrave’s daughters were not trained for employment, and no respectable man would offer her his name.
And that was a shame, thought Verity, for Chastity had always been a joyous girl, made to be a wife and mother.
Chastity reappeared, transformed. She’d cinched the loose frieze breeches with a belt, and they added bulk to her legs.
The moleskin shirt also disguised her shape, while the spotted neckerchief hid her slender neck, her most betraying feature.
She wore the mouse-brown bag-wig, covered by a battered flat-brimmed hat.
“It’s marvelous!” exclaimed Verity. “A much better disguise than more elegant clothing. Lord Cyn was right.”
“You would think that,” grumbled Chastity, but with a smile.
A new problem fretted Verity. “Chas, do you think Father knows I’m missing?”
Chastity looked at her sister sharply. “He’s bound to, unless Henry Vernham has hushed it up for his own nefarious reasons.”
“Oh, lud. What reason would Henry have to do that? All he wants is William so he can control the estate. Or perhaps worse . . .” Verity shuddered. “Horrible Henry! That sums him up so beautifully. I like Lord Cyn.”
“You like everyone,” said Chastity grimly. “Here, is there space for my suit in that portmanteau?”
Verity took it. “I do not like everyone. I dislike Henry intensely. But I like Lord Cyn, and I feel very secure knowing he’s an officer. Our plan is full of hazards, dearest, but I’m sure he can carry it through if anyone can.”
“He’s in it for amusement, Verity!”
Verity shook her head. “You must learn to look beneath the surface a little. Remember he’s a military man, like Nathaniel.
” She paused in her work of pushing the brown suit into the full bag.
“But Father worries me, Chas. He knows about Nathaniel and will have no trouble discovering where he is stationed . . .”
“And with his connections,” said Chastity quietly, “he could virtually raise the country.”
“Chas, we have to tell Lord Cyn who we are, and what he’s embroiled in. Father could ruin him with a word.”
Chastity’s eyes widened in alarm. “But that would mean he would know who I am! Oh, what does that matter next to your safety—”
“No,” said Verity quickly. “What would it gain us?” She knew how Chastity dreaded facing anyone as the Notorious Chastity Ware.
They looked at each other. “It shouldn’t matter,” said Chastity. “I’m sure we can reach Maidenhead without tangling with Father . . .”
“I’m sure we can,” Verity said firmly, then bit her lip.
“But what of Nathaniel? If Father is a danger to Lord Cynric Malloren, he’s even more so to Nathaniel.
His career could be ruined. Officers have been thrown out of the army for merely voting against the government in an election .
. .” Verity’s hands clenched on Chastity’s.
“And what of the baby? Do you think they could take William? I’d die first! ”
“I’m sure they couldn’t,” Chastity soothed.
“Nathaniel would never allow it. And you’ve forgotten his true nature if you think he would not sacrifice his career entirely for your happiness.
But it will never come to that,” she added hurriedly, knowing Verity would immolate herself before hurting her beloved.
“Nathaniel is a highly regarded officer, and this is a time of war. Once the knot is tied, no one will be able to make a case for taking away your child.”
In truth, she wasn’t as certain as her words implied, and her own knees were turning to jelly at the prospect of challenging the Earl of Walgrave’s will again. But what choice did they have?
What they needed was an advocate as powerful as Walgrave. They might as well wish for the moon.