Beneath the Major's Scars(10)

‘Did I hurt you?’

‘No. Carry on.’

Carefully she finished her work, combing and snipping off a few     straggling ends until she was satisfied with the result. It was not strictly     necessary, but she could not resist running her fingers though his glossy, thick     hair one final time.

‘There.’ She brushed the loose hair from his shoulders. ‘It is     finished.’

‘Very well, Delilah, let us see what you have done to me.’

He picked up one of the candelabra and walked over to a     mirror.

Zelah held her breath as he regarded his image. In the     candlelight the ugly gash down his face was still visible, but it seemed     diminished by the new hairstyle. The sleek black locks were brushed forwards to     curl about his wide brow, accentuating the strong lines of his face.

‘Well, Miss Pentewan, I congratulate you. Perhaps you should     not be looking for a post as a governess, after all. You should offer your     services as a coiffeuse.’

Relief made her laugh out loud. She said daringly, ‘You look     very handsome, Major.’

He turned away from the mirror and made a noise between a growl     and a cough.

‘Aye, well, enough of that. It is time I sent you back to the     sick room, madam. You will need to be up betimes.’

‘Yes, of course.’ She cast a conscience-stricken look at the     clock. ‘Poor Hannah has been alone with Nicky for hours.’ She held out her hand     to him. ‘Goodnight, sir. I hope we shall see you in the morning before we     leave?’

Again that clearing of the throat and he would not meet her     eyes.

‘Perhaps. Goodnight, Miss Pentewan.’ He took her hand, his grip     tightening for a second. ‘And thank you.’





Chapter Three

The following morning Reginald drove over     in his travelling chaise, which Maria had filled with feather bolsters and     pillows to protect Nicky during the long journey home. Nicky looked around as     his father carried him tenderly out of the house.

‘Is Major Coale not here, Papa?’

‘He sends his apologies, Master Nick,’ said Graddon in a     fatherly way. ‘He went off early today to the long meadow to oversee the     hedge-laying.’

‘But I wanted to say goodbye to him!’

Nicky’s disappointed wail touched a chord in Zelah: she too     would have liked to see the major. However, she was heartened by Reginald’s     response.

‘Your mama has already penned a note to Major Coale. She has     not only given him permission to call at any time, but she has also invited him     to dinner. And once we have you home, Nicholas, you may write to him yourself,     thanking him for his care of you.’

‘Yes, and I can ask him to call and see me,’ agreed Nicky. He     frowned, suddenly unsure. ‘He will come, won’t he? If I ask him ’specially.’

‘I do not see how he can refuse.’ Reginald grinned at Zelah.     ‘But I might have to instruct the staff not to send him round to the     kitchens—when I saw him last he looked so ragged one might easily mistake him     for a beggar.’

‘I think you might be surprised,’ murmured Zelah, smiling to     herself.



The five miles to West Barton were covered with ease and     they were greeted with great joy by the household. Maria clasped her stepson and     wept copiously, bewailing the fact that she had been unable to visit him, while     Nurse promised him all sorts of treats to make up for his ordeal.

‘I only hope being in That Man’s house hasn’t given you     nightmares,’ said Nurse, tucking Nicky into his bed. ‘I believe he is truly     hideous to look at.’

Anger welled up in Zelah, but she fought it down and said     quietly, ‘Nonsense. Major Coale has a scar on his face, nothing more.’

‘Yes, and I don’t care for that,’     exclaimed Nicky. ‘He’s a great gun.’

‘Of course he is, my pet. Now, you need to rest after your long     journey.’

Obedient to her unspoken wishes the others left Nicky to     Nurse’s care and made their way back downstairs to the morning room.

‘I don’t like to think that he has been making a nuisance of     himself.’ Reginald frowned. ‘When Coale told me he has been running free at     Rooks Tower—’

‘Major Coale and his people are very happy to see him,’ said     Zelah. ‘With everyone here so busy with the new baby, Nicky has been left too     much to his own devices.’

Her words were met with a short silence. Then Maria sighed.

‘It is very true. Nurse has been giving all her attention to me     and little Reginald and we were only too happy to think that Nicky was amusing     himself in the garden.’ Her softly reproachful eyes moved to her husband. ‘And     you have been out of the house so much recently...’

‘Trying to gather evidence for the villagers,’ he replied     defensively. ‘I could hardly take the boy with me! I never thought—Nicky seemed     quite happy.’ He gave Zelah a rueful smile. ‘No wonder he took to you so well,     although looking after Nicky was not the reason you came to us. My poor sister,     you have been with us for only a few weeks and we have turned you into a     nursemaid.’

‘I am pleased to help, you know that, but Nicky needs     companions of his own age,’ she said gently. ‘Or at the very least a     tutor...’

‘But he is so young!’ Maria clasped her hands together. ‘I     suppose I must stop thinking of him as a baby now.’ She brightened. ‘You are     looking for a post as a governess, Zelah—perhaps you should start with Nicky. We     could pay you—’

‘Dear sister, that is a kind thought, but that is not what I     meant. And I could not take a salary off you; I have no wish to be an added     drain upon your resources.’

Reginald shook his head.

‘No, it would not do at all. I believe Mr Netherby gives     lessons to a few boys in the vicarage. I will make enquiries when I go into     Lesserton this afternoon.’

Maria stretched out her hands to him. ‘Oh, must you go, with     Nicky just come home...?’

He squeezed her fingers.

‘I’m afraid I must.’

‘What is this business that takes you there so often,     Reginald?’ asked Zelah. ‘Is it something to do with Lydcombe Park? I remember     you saying the new owner was causing difficulties.’

‘Aye. He is planning to open mines on his land.’

‘But surely that is a good thing,’ exclaimed Maria. ‘It will     provide work—’

‘Not much. Evanshaw will be bringing in engineers and miners of     his own. But the land he wants to mine is in dispute. The villagers believe it     is theirs by ancient charter and have been using the land for years, grazing     their animals on the hill as well as hunting in Prickett Wood. Sir Oswald claims     it for his own and he has employed a bailiff, William Miller. A nasty piece of     work who patrols the land with his henchmen.’

‘And is there nothing they can do?’

‘Those he has evicted are too poor to do anything themselves,     but I have been organising the villagers. We have petitioned the Crown and put     together a fund to pay for a lawyer to come to Lesserton and settle this once     and for all.’

‘But can you not talk to Sir Oswald?’ said Zelah. ‘Surely he     does not want to be on bad terms with his neighbours.’

Reginald shrugged. ‘I called upon him as soon as he took     possession of the house on Lady Day, but he was not at all hospitable. I do not     think he intends to live at Lydcombe. The house is merely a shell; everything of     value in it has been sold. He told me he means to sell off the timber from his     land and then sink his mine. He has no interest at all in the people.’

‘Then of course you must fight this,’ exclaimed Zelah. ‘I quite     understand now why you are so busy. And please do not worry about Nicky, at     least for the moment. I am very happy to help you look after him.’

Zelah went upstairs to relieve Nurse, satisfied that Maria and     Reginald would find a solution to Nicky’s loneliness. Taking lessons at the     vicarage would go a long way towards filling his days and would also provide him     with the companionship of other boys. For the present, her concern was to keep     him entertained while the deep gash on his leg healed.