Beneath the Major's Scars(3)

The major strode on ahead, his lameness barely noticeable as he     led the way into the great hall where an iron-haired woman in a black-stuff gown     was waiting for them. She bobbed a curtsy.

‘I have prepared the yellow room for the young master, sir, and     popped a warm brick between the sheets.’

‘Thank you, Mrs Graddon.’ He did not break his stride as he     answered her, crossing the hall and taking the stairs two at a time, only     pausing to turn on the half-landing. ‘This way, but be careful not to tilt the     litter!’



Dominic waited only to see the boy laid on the bed that     had been prepared for him before striding off to his own apartments to change     out of his working clothes. It was a damnable nuisance, having strangers in the     house, but the boy was hurt, what else could he do? He did not object to having     Nicky in the house. He was fond of the boy and would do all he could to help     him, but it would mean having doctors and servants running to and fro. He could     leave everything to Graddon and his wife, of course, and the aunt would look     after the boy until Buckland could send someone.

The thought of Miss Zelah Pentewan made him pause. A reluctant     smile touched his lips and dragged at the scarred tissue of his cheek. She was     not conventionally pretty, too small and thin, with mousy brown hair and brown     eyes. She reminded him of a sparrow, nothing like the voluptuous beauties he had     known. When he thought of her standing up to him, prepared to fight him to     protect her nephew...by God she had spirit, for she barely came up to his     shoulder!

He washed and dried his face, his fingers aware of the rough,     pitted skin on his left cheek through the soft linen cloth. He remembered how     she had glared at him, neither flinching nor averting her eyes once she had seen     his scarred face. He gave her credit for that, but he would not subject her to     the gruesome sight again. There was plenty for him to do that would keep him     well away from the house for a few days.



‘Well, I have cleaned and bandaged the leg. Now we must     wait. I have given him a sleeping draught which should see him through to the     morning and after that it will be up to you to keep him still while the leg     heals. He will be as good as new in a few weeks.’

‘Thank you, Doctor.’

Zelah stared down at the motionless little figure in the middle     of the bed. Nicky had fainted away when the doctor began to work on his leg and     now he looked so fragile and uncharacteristically still that tears started to     her eyes.

‘Now, now, Miss Pentewan, no need for this. The boy has a     strong constitution—by heaven, no one knows that better than I, for I have been     calling at West Barton since he was a sickly little scrap of a baby that no one     expected to survive. I’m hoping that bruise on his head is nothing serious. I     haven’t bled him, but if he begins to show a fever then I will do so tomorrow.     For now keep him calm and rested and I will call again in the morning.’

The doctor’s gruff kindness made her swallow hard.

‘Thank you, Dr Pannell. And if he wakes in pain...?’

‘A little laudanum and water will do him no harm.’

There was a knock at the door and the housekeeper peeped     in.

‘Here’s the little lad’s papa come to see him, Doctor.’ She     flattened herself against the door as Reginald Buckland swept in, hat, gloves     and riding whip clutched in one hand and an anxious look upon his jovial     features.

‘I came as soon as I heard. How is he?’

Zelah allowed the doctor to repeat his prognosis.

‘Can he be moved?’ asked Reginald, staring at his son. ‘Can I     take him home?’

‘I would not advise it. The wound is quite deep and any jolting     at this stage could start it bleeding again.’

‘But he cannot stay here, in the house of a man I hardly     know!’

Doctor Pannell’s bushy eyebrows drew together.

‘I understood the major was some sort of relative of yours, Mr     Buckland.’

Reginald shrugged.

‘Very distant. Oh, I admit it was through my letters to a     cousin that he heard about Rooks Tower being vacant, but I had never met him     until he moved here, and since then we have exchanged barely a dozen words. He     has never once come to West Barton.’

A grim little smile hovered on the doctor’s lips.

‘No, Major Coale has not gone out of his way to make himself     known to his neighbours.’

‘I think Nicky must stay here, Reginald.’ Zelah touched his     arm. ‘Major Coale has put his house and servants at our disposal.’

‘Aye, he must, at least until the wound begins to heal,’     averred Dr Pannell, picking up his hat. ‘Now, I shall be away and will return     tomorrow to see how my patient does.’

Reginald remained by the bed, staring down at his son and heir.     He rubbed his chin. ‘If only I knew what to do. If only his mama could be with     him!’

‘Impossible, when she is confined with little Reginald.’

‘Or Nurse.’

‘Yes, she would be ideal, but my sister and the new baby need     her skill and attentions,’ said Zelah. ‘I have considered all these     possibilities, Reginald, and I think there is only one solution. You must leave     Nicky to my care.’

‘But that’s just it,’ exclaimed Reginald. ‘I cannot leave you     here.’

‘And I cannot leave Nicky.’

‘Then I had best stay, too.’

Zelah laughed.

‘Now why should you do that? You know nothing about nursing.     And besides, what will poor Maria do if both you and I are away from home? I     know how my sister suffers with her nerves when she is alone for too long.’

‘Aye, she does.’ Reginald took a turn about the room, torn by     indecision.

Nicky stirred and muttered something in his sleep.

‘Go home, Reginald. These fidgets will disturb Nicky.’

‘But this is a bachelor household.’

‘That is unfortunate, of course, but it cannot be helped.’ She     dipped a cloth in the bowl of lavender water and gently wiped the boy’s brow.     ‘If it is any comfort, Reginald, Major Coale has informed me—via his     housekeeper—that he will not come into this wing of the house while we are here.     Indeed, once he had seen Nicky safely into bed he disappeared, giving his     housekeeper orders to supply us with everything necessary. I shall sleep in the     anteroom here, so that I may be on hand should Nicky wake in the night, and I     will take my meals here. So you see there can be no danger of impropriety.’

Reginald did not look completely reassured.

‘Would you like me to send over our maid?’

‘Unnecessary, and it would give offence to Mrs Graddon.’ Zelah     smiled at him. ‘We shall go on very comfortably, believe me, if you will arrange     for some clothes to be sent over for us. And perhaps you will come again     tomorrow and bring some games for Nicky. Then we shall do very well.’

‘But it will not do! You are a gently bred young lady—’

‘I am soon to be a governess and must learn to deal with     situations such as this.’ She squeezed his arm. ‘Trust me, Reginald. Nicky must     stay here and I shall remain to look after him until he can be moved to West     Barton. Now go and reassure Maria that all is well here.’

He took his leave at last and Zelah found herself alone in the     sickroom for the first time. Nicky was still sleeping soundly, which she knew     was a good thing, but it left her with little to do, except rearrange the room     to her satisfaction.

Zelah took dinner in the room, but the soup the housekeeper     brought up for Nicky remained untouched, for he showed no signs of waking.



‘Poor little lamb, sleep’s the best thing for him,’ said     Mrs Graddon when she came to remove the dishes. ‘Tomorrow I shall make some     lemon jelly, to tempt his appetite. I know he’s very fond of that.’

‘Oh?’ Zelah looked up. ‘Is my nephew in the habit of calling     here?’

‘Aye, bless his heart. If he finds an injured animal or bird in     the woods he often brings it here for the master to mend, and afore he goes he     always comes down to the kitchens to find me.’