Chapter Six
“I beg your pardon?” Thea said, a bit startled by the request.
Lady Margaret took advantage of the moment and walked right into the house. “You heard what I said,” she replied. “If you value Lyon at all, if you care about him, you will walk away.”
“Is this about his requesting my assistance to find a wife?” Thea demanded. “Or is it about the curse?” She was tired, and her tone cynical.
“You mock the curse. Many have,” Lady Margaret said. “I don’t blame you. I wondered at one time if it was real or not, and I was raised with it.” She took a step toward Thea, her manner intense. “But it is true, and if you don’t remove yourself from his life, you’ll be signing his death warrant.”
“His death warrant?” Thea repeated in disbelief, only to be interrupted by Jonathan’s voice.
“Is everything all right, Mother?” He’d come halfway down the stairs.
He’d removed his jacket and pulled his shirt from his breeches, but that was all he’d done in preparing for bed.
Christopher waited on the top step. “Do you need me?” Jonathan asked the question with such seriousness that Thea could see the man he would one day become.
She crossed to the stairs. “It is fine, Jonathan. Now please help your brother prepare for bed. Please,” she reiterated when Jonathan didn’t immediately do as bid. She didn’t want her sons listening to the curse nonsense.
At last he reluctantly obeyed, but she knew he’d be hovering at the top of the stairs.
She turned to discover Lady Margaret standing right beside her. Her ladyship watched Jonathan as he disappeared from view. For his part, Jonathan kept his eye on her.
Thea moved away from the stairs, putting a hand on the door, a wordless suggestion for Lady Margaret to leave. “I don’t know what you’ve been told,” Thea said, “but your brother asked me to find a wife for him, not to be a wife to him.”
Lady Margaret didn’t move a muscle. “You were very important to him at one time.”
“Was I? I’m not so certain. If I’d been that important, then he wouldn’t have just walked off from our friendship without one word.”
“He couldn’t be your friend,” Lady Margaret said. “It’s the curse. It has all of us.” Her manner had changed. The fierce anger had vanished. In its place was something far more fragile. She turned and walked into the sitting room.
Biting back an impatient sound, Thea shut the front door and followed.
Lady Margaret stood by the upholstered settee, struggling to control herself. Her actions didn’t make sense to Thea. She understood pride. She understood anger. Or being protective and territorial. Neal’s sister acted as if afraid.
“Do you fear the curse as well?” Thea asked, gentling her voice.
Lady Margaret looked at her. “I do.”
“But you have no need to fear it,” Thea pointed out. “It has no impact on you. It touches only the males, does it not?”
“Are you certain?” Lady Margaret gave a sad smile.
“You see, we Chattans don’t know. Amazingly, I’m the first female in the line.
And what of second sons? Does Harry need to fear?
What of any sons I have? All of us in the family have a terrible history of dying.
Even in Scotland, the name of Chattan is all but gone. ”
“Scotland?”
“Yes, we have Scottish roots. Many of our family hail from the countryside around Glenfinnan. Do you know of the battle of Cullendon? I’ve heard that the Chattan family lost more men on the Scottish side than any of the other clans fighting.
In England, we are all but gone save my brothers and myself.
Any other relatives are from my mother’s side. ”
“Cullendon? Wasn’t that a battle of insurrectionists? Lady Margaret, please, do not overdramatize this. Men die in battle. It’s a hard truth. Furthermore, Colonel Chattan has been in battle and has not died.”
“Mrs. Martin, don’t assume that I am ninny-headed. Believe me, I wish what I was telling you was not true.”
Thea didn’t know what to say. She took a step away, looking out the front window to the street and the park.
At last, she shrugged and confessed, “With all due respect, if you wish to believe in superstition and have searched for ways to twist the happenstances of life around to support your claim, well, I don’t know what to do. ”
“I told you what I want you to do,” Lady Margaret countered. “I want you to leave my brother alone. He mustn’t have children. Harry and I agree none of us should. This curse must end with us.”
Something deep inside Thea rebelled at the suggestion.
“What you are suggesting isn’t natural. We are meant to have children.
And it is ludicrous to give a belief so much power.
However, speak to your brother. He has hired me to help him find a wife, and that is what I will do.
If he changes his mind, then I won’t find him a wife. ”
Lady Margaret opened her mouth to protest, but Thea staved her off with a raised hand.
“Yes, Lord Lyon and I were friends one summer years ago, but that was then. This is now. Life for both of us is different. In case you haven’t noticed,” she said, nodding to the furnishings in the room, “no one could mistake this for a ducal residence. You need not fear a match between your brother and myself.”
“But what of the other women you would introduce to him?” Lady Margaret asked. “Please, don’t let Lyon marry.”
“I have no more control over what your brother decides to do than you do,” Thea answered. “Indeed, he is determined to marry. The man wants children.”
“It is more than that. Neal believes we can break this curse. He thought Father was going to break it, but then he fell in love with Cass Sweetling. You should have seen him. The father I knew—the resectable, sensible man—changed around her. He forgot about us, his obligations, his position in society. He gave in completely to the curse. Laughing, dancing, carrying on.”
“Perhaps he did so because Cass Sweetling made him happy,” Thea suggested.
“Perhaps she was part of the curse. Perhaps we can’t help ourselves and must succumb to it.”
“And perhaps it is all part of your imaginations,” Thea said. “Like character traits. In my family, we all said we had uncontrollable tempers. What starts off as myth becomes a belief.”
“You think I’m overreacting,” Lady Margaret said, her shoulders straightening.
“I believe you are convinced this curse exists,” Thea answered, not backing down.
“I am not. Your father died of old age. He and your mother were an arranged marriage that was not happy. And after she died, he did what thousands of men have done before him and will continue to do until the end of time, he tumbled in love for a young, pretty girl. There is no curse involved.”
The bristle left Lady Margaret’s manner. “I know it isn’t logical. If I wasn’t part of this family, I probably would doubt the story of a curse as well. However, my coming here isn’t to convince you. What I want is completely in your power. Stay away from my brother.”
Back to that, were they?
Thea could almost have laughed at Lady Margaret’s order if she hadn’t been so tired.
“You needn’t fear I will entrap your brother.
First, I am no Delilah. I’m a widow whose only thoughts, whose every energy, goes into the needs of my children.
I don’t have time for a man in my life, and even if I did, let me tell you now, after one taste of marriage, it is not for me.
I prefer to raise my sons alone so that I do not have to answer to anyone. ”
“You were not happy in your marriage?” Lady Margaret tilted her head in curiosity. “We all heard about you. You were the tale of what a young woman should not do—defy our parents, marry beneath us, forget our obligations.”
“I know,” Thea said wearily. “I was the morality story, and I still am. I’ve had several mothers bring their daughters to me for lectures about the dangers of a mésalliance.”
“And what do you tell them?”
Thea reached over and lightly brushed the surface of an end table before saying, “I tell them that my life could have been easier if I had been more patient and wiser.”
Lady Margaret waited for more, and when Thea didn’t speak, she said, “That’s it? That’s all you have to say?”
“What more is there?” Thea answered. “Actually there is much more, but nothing those mothers would want me to tell their daughters.”
“Such as?” Lady Margaret prompted.
Thea shook her head. “I’m not certain you need to hear my thoughts either.”
“I believe I should.” The note of regret in Lady Margaret’s voice caught Thea’s attention. Lady Margaret noticed Thea’s change of expression and said, “Do you believe you are the only one who has loved outside her class?”
“Oh, no,” Thea responded. “I know better than that. But I caution young women to not act on their feelings. I was the foolish one. I thought the way I felt for Boyd could overcome every obstacle. What I didn’t realize is how large those obstacles were, and how he was not as strong a man as I’d thought he was. ”
“So you regret your marriage?”
Thea listened for any indication her sons were close at hand. She didn’t hear a sound, but that didn’t mean they weren’t close enough to overhear anything she said. She’d been very careful not to criticize Boyd in front of them.
Of course, that didn’t mean that a perceptive lad like Jonathan didn’t reach his own conclusions. Since Boyd’s death, they rarely talked about him.
“I don’t regret my marriage because I have my sons.
They are the light of my world. Of course, my marriage cost me the goodwill of my family—” She broke off, shrugged and confessed, “But we were never that close. I was the defiant one in the family, and I believe my father was secretly happy to have me off his hands. And in truth, I didn’t want to marry well, breed an heir and stay out of the way.
I truly felt that Boyd and I were the matching of two souls who were meant to be together. ”
“But you were not happy,” Lady Margaret surmised.