Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Periwinkle blue shades,

Sheltering in forest glades,

Deep, deepening darkening days,

Stay, stay, finally fading

Brighten my heart, Lighten in loving

Lady Arabella Farrington

Arabella's heart sang, and she almost skipped across the island to find Elinor. She wondered if she had imagined her conversation with Robert, but she remembered every word. She knew they had taken a step forward, and the way she saw the world seemed just a little different.

She saw Elinor and waved. Her friend had her skirts lifted and was wading in the water at the edge of a tiny beach. "I haven't done this for many years," Elinor called. "And here I am, causing a scandal and showing my ankles. It's a good job the Reverend Colbrooke hasn't arrived yet."

"I suspect Nathaniel has either got lost or is circling around the island another time," suggested Arabella.

"I'm wondering when we'll hear an announcement?" said Elinor.

"Any day now, I think." Arabella smiled.

Freddy and Henry raced off to join Robert, and they followed them back across the tiny island.

Robert had taken off his long leather coat, stripped down to his breeches and shirt, and looked ready to start the swimming lesson. They were soon splashing around chasing some logs of pine and cedarwood, which Robert had put in the boat ready for this first swimming lesson.

Arabella and Elinor watched as the boys chased after the logs and then clung to them, floating on the water's surface. Neither seemed scared when their heads went under the water.

"Robert has always enjoyed being in the water. Mama used to call him her water baby," Elinor told Arabella. "I like his ideas for the lake and this lake keeper. It shows he still has that connection with Montbury. Mama and I are hoping he'll return here to live. He's been in London so many years now."

"It can be hard to be somewhere if memories haunt you there," replied Arabella.

"It might be there is more reason for him to be at Montbury now, though," said Elinor, looking intently at Arabella.

Arabella blushed a bright shade of pink.

"He likes you," Elinor continued. "I can see it in how he talks to you and watches you when you're in a room. My dear Arabella, I suspect my brother is smitten with you."

Elinor looked at her friend and laughed. "And you like him too. I knew it. We have another romance at Castle Montbury."

"Elinor, I don't know what to say."

"You don't need to say anything. Now, to save you from further blushes, I am going to suggest we walk across the island and decide where to put these clues for the treasure hunt."

***

After they'd left the island and walked back to Horton Hall, Henry ran ahead while Emma and Arabella trailed behind.

"That was a very long boat ride to the island," said Arabella, not wanting to pry but knowing something was troubling Emma.

"Perhaps the longest ever from the lakeshore to the Island of Avalon," Emma said sombrely.

"Something is wrong, Emma. You've been glowing every time you see Nathaniel, and this time, it's different. I knew as soon as you got off that boat on the island."

"We talked, and he told me he loves me," confessed Emma.

"I'm not surprised. Every time he looks at you or talks about you, it is clear that he admires you very much."

"And I him. Oh, Arabella, I love Nathaniel."

"That's very special and nothing to be so glum about. Did he propose?" asked Arabella.

"Yes and no," came the reply.

"You're going to have to tell me all," said Arabella gently. "Look, Henry is a long way ahead, and we can talk for as long as you need."

Tears began to stream down Emma's face, and Arabella took her in her arms.

"Oh, Bella. He told me that he loved me, but he knew I hadn't come out yet or had a season in town. He thinks we should wait until I've had my first season."

"That is quite admirable of him. Many men would do the opposite," replied Arabella, trying to reassure Emma.

"But I don't want to go to London and dance at Almack's. I want to marry Nathaniel and begin our life together now," sobbed Emma.

"Did you tell him that?"

"I tried, but he was very distant and dignified and told me it would be best to wait a year."

Arabella felt a little conflicted. She'd wondered whether Emma might regret not spreading her wings in society for a season. Yet Emma seemed absolutely sure that she didn't want to wait. The sadness was that Nathaniel's thoughtful consideration had caused this rift between them.

I hope it can heal. There is such vibrancy and happiness when they are together. That phrase ‘made for each other' seems to have been written for Emma and her Nathaniel.

"You'll see him this evening at the castle. There are very few guests; I believe it is just us and the Montburys. You might get a chance to talk to him," Arabella suggested.

"I'm not sure I'll go this evening. I might cry off," replied Emma, tearfully.

"I could understand that. Sometimes a little distance and time to think helps," responded Arabella.

"What should I do? You've been married," asked Emma, looking at Arabella.

"I'm not the one to ask because I lost Edward and have missed him every day since. Those years we had were so precious, and I treasure my memories of every moment. Would I have waited? It's hard to know, as I met Edward during my first season in town."

Arabella paused, wondering what to say next. "I can only say that I have learned that love is more important than anything. My love for Henry gives me the power to fight his co-guardian who wants to take him away from me. The love I feel for you, Uncle Joseph and Aunt Grace is very special. I loved Edward, but his loss almost destroyed me. I hope to love again. I didn't used to think that possible, but now, I think there is a chance of that."

She paused again but could see Emma was listening to every word. "I do believe Nathaniel acted out of love for you and concern that by marrying you, he might deprive you of balls, recitals, and nights at the opera. He doesn't want to marry before you have had a chance to, er, how shall I put this, meet other gentlemen."

"I've thought about this a lot," said Emma, with a maturity that surprised Arabella. "I've been to balls in Harrogate and York. Mama has made sure I have experience in society. As soon as I met Nathaniel, I knew it felt different. There is an excitement, Bella, and when I'm not with him, I'm wondering what he's doing and long to see his face again."

"Love," said Arabella, "that's being in love." Arabella took Emma's arm as they walked along. "Smell those summer flowers, that fragrance of newly mown hay and roses. There is so much to be grateful for in life." She picked some daisies from the side of the path and handed them to Emma. "You will know what to do. The answer is always there in our hearts."

***

At Horton Hall, they were met by an excited Tabitha racing towards them.

Arabella once again felt conflicted, experiencing happiness for her friend and maid and a stab of apprehension at how she would manage without Tabitha, who had been with her since Henry's birth.

"Judd's been offered a position at Castle Montbury as lake keeper," Tabitha told Arabella joyfully.

"I know," said Arabella, smiling widely. "The duke told us about it. I'm so glad for you, Tabitha, and for Judd."

"A cottage on the hill above the lake goes with the position. Oh, Your Ladyship, it's a dream come true. We can be married, and I never thought we'd be able to, not for many years."

"It's wonderful," agreed Arabella, "and I've seen the outside of that cottage. It's a lovely place to live."

"And it isn't far from Horton Hall. I can be here in a jiffy," added Tabitha.

"Well …" started Arabella uncertainly.

"I've thought about this and talked to Judd. I can easily come over during the day. If Lady Thraxton is happy with the idea, then I shall train Lettie Pashley to be a junior nurserymaid, and she can sleep in the nursery."

Arabella felt a wave of relief. Tabitha, her wonderful friend and irreplaceable nursery maid, had already thought of an excellent solution.

"Judd said, and you might not want this as Master Henry is really Lord Farrington, but there are three bedrooms in the cottage, and we'd be delighted to have him stay with us sometimes."

Arabella felt overcome with gratitude and remembered what she had said earlier to Emma about love. Tabitha had stood by her through the dark days of grief and now the fear of Christopher Farrington. They had a strong bond, and her heart went out to Tabitha.

"We must go to Mrs Cribbage's and arrange a dress for your wedding. It shall be my gift to you," Arabella told her.

Now, it was Tabitha's turn for tears, which welled up in her eyes.

Emma, looking on throughout this exchange, produced two clean lace-edged handkerchiefs and handed one to Arabella and one to Tabitha. "Next time we're in the haberdashery shop, remind me to purchase more handkerchiefs," Elinor said, and all three broke into peals of laughter.

As Tabitha went back to the house, Emma looked thoughtful. "I'm envious of her happiness," she said. "I know I shouldn't be jealous, but I do feel a little pang. I thought I would be announcing my own engagement."

"Oh, Emma. It will still happen. You need to talk with Nathaniel and tell him how you feel. I often find it helpful to be quite organized and present my points clearly when presenting an argument. And, in effect, that's what you will be doing," said Arabella.

"My head hurts," said Emma. "Why has love got to be so complicated?"

***

As Arabella walked into the house, Mr Smithson, the butler, handed her a silver tray with a letter on it.

She took a deep breath and managed to murmur her thanks. Then, holding the letter so tightly she felt the nails digging into the palm of her hand, she went into the library, which was usually empty, to sit and stare at the letter.

It was the same paper and style of envelope as the other letters from Christopher Farrington's solicitor. She sat staring at it, reluctant to open it, fear freezing her to the chair. Eventually, she stood, took the letter, and knocked on Sir Joseph's study door.

He smiled in welcome, then, conscious that something was wrong, ushered her to a chair.

Wordlessly she handed him the letter. "This arrived. I know it is cowardly, but I'm scared to open it," she told him.

Sir Joseph took the letter, but before he opened it, he poured two glasses of French cognac. He opened the letter and scanned its contents. He peered at her over the top of the paper.

"This is not unexpected. We knew he had petitioned the court to end the joint guardianship. This firm of solicitors is not the court. We must wait to hear directly from them. What is written here may or may not be true," he told her

"Tell me, Uncle Joseph. I believe I know its contents, which is why I could not find the strength to open it." Her voice was ragged with anxiety.

Sir Joseph sat close to her and paraphrased the content of the letter.

"It seems Christopher has been given temporary sole guardianship pending a final decision. Brace yourself, my dear, and remember that we are building a strong case against these allegations. You are not an unfit mother, and any evidence I have seen has been hearsay, based on suspicious witness statements," Uncle Joseph tried to reassure her.

Arabella began trembling uncontrollably, unable to think, paralyzed by fear.

She vaguely heard Uncle Joseph open the door and ask Smithson to fetch Aunt Grace.

"I'm going to tell you the contents, as I believe you need to know. I wish I could hide this from you, but you need to know everything they say."

She nodded. "I know I am not an unfit mother. It is scurrilous scheming by Christopher Farrington."

"The wording here is interesting as it does not have the same, er, legal eloquence of the other letters. "We are told that, although the court has made no decision, Farrington has interim oversight. I have to tell you, my dear, that it seems he is travelling to Yorkshire to collect Henry."

The door opened, and Aunt Grace hurried in with smelling salts and a shawl, which she put around Arabella's shoulders.

Uncle Joseph handed Aunt Grace the letter to read. "Absolute poppycock," she muttered, kneeling beside Arabella.

"What should I tell Henry? Should I begin to prepare him for the possibility that he might have to go and stay with Christopher Farrington for a while? Every instinct tells me to keep him away from Christopher at all costs. But I know I risk making things more difficult for him if I present Christopher in such a negative light that he is scared to visit his uncle," she said, putting her head in her hands.

"I need to think clearly, but my head hurts. If I tell Henry it is only temporary, what happens if Christopher wins the case and my little boy has to stay there permanently?" Arabella added.

"Arabella, listen to me. We are not going to let this happen. I want to speak to the Duke of Montbury's solicitor as I have some queries about the legal process. There is something that doesn't make any sense about this letter. The other letters were different. If you feel well enough, then I suggest we go to the castle as planned and consult with the duke's solicitor."

"I think that is the best thing to do," agreed Arabella. "I want to hide myself away in a corner, but it will not do."

"I'll send a message to the castle to alert the duke that we will be arriving a little earlier than planned," said Grace. "Now, come through to my sitting room and take some tea."

"I can't stop trembling," Arabella said. "He has such power, and women have so few rights."

"We have friends in high places and the support of a peer of the realm, who is determined that Henry will not leave Montbury village," Uncle Joseph reassured her.

***

Ever since the arrival of the letter, a gnawing anxiety had overcome Arabella. She began thinking of something, then forgot what she was thinking about. She was unable to sit still and had spent the late afternoon roaming around the gardens. Nothing eased her anxiety.

When people spoke to her, she had to ask them to repeat what they had said. Henry had tugged her arm once and asked if her head was in the clouds. "I think it is today. I'm so sorry, Henry. Mama is not quite herself this afternoon."

"Can I take Dash to Castle Montbury? Freddy said I could, as his nanny is taking us for a walk to the old folly on the hill. Lady Rathby said I could, but I needed to check with you."

She nodded and opened her arms to hug him, never wanting to let him go. Her every instinct was to find a place to hide and protect him from Christopher Farrington.

When their carriage arrived at Castle Montbury, Mr Chalston ushered Arabella and Sir Joseph into Robert's study. The beauty of the panelled walls and view out across the moor to the woodland in the distance contrasted sharply with Arabella's mood of total despondency.

Emma, Aunt Grace, and Dash had joined the dowager duchess in the drawing room while Henry ran upstairs to find Freddy. The boys planned to have a game of hide and seek throughout the castle and then go for a walk with the nanny to the folly.

Emma had decided to attend, after talking with Arabella. The idea of potentially having a talk with Nathaniel had driven her to overcome her wish to stay at Horton Hall. Arabella hoped Emma could find a time and place to speak to Nathaniel and resolve their issues.

"We will prevail against Christopher Farrington," Sir Joseph reassured Arabella. "I'm confident that the Duke of Montbury has the information needed to stall this temporary order and then get this claim thrown out of court."

"I wish I had your confidence, Sir. All I see wherever I walk are shadows that might be Christopher Farrington hiding behind a tree or a wall. He is on his way here, and I'm trying to be brave, but it scares me," she said quietly.

"Ah, I hear voices. I think it is the Duke and Mr Dawkins. Let's hope for some positive news."

The door opened, and immediately, Arabella felt calmer after seeing his face. The duke came over to her and took her hands. "Sir Joseph sent over a messenger with the letter, so Mr Dawkins could scrutinize it before we met. Come, take a seat. You must be exhausted."

She let him lead her to a seat, noticing her uncle's momentary look of surprise. As the duke said earlier, people would soon know they were courting, and it seemed they really were. It settled her a little to know she had this closeness with Robert.

She looked up to see the second man take a seat behind the polished wood desk and begin to arrange a number of papers in piles. He looked up and smiled at her while Robert made the introductions.

It was Mr Dawkins who started the meeting. "Lady Farrington, I think it best if I give you my impression of this letter concerning the enquiries I've been making at the request of his grace," he said, nodding at the duke. "Then I shall proceed to explain what we must do to refute the allegations and ensure that your little boy stays with you."

Arabella warmed to Mr Dawkins, after he called Henry ‘her little boy'. It is so easy to forget there is a tiny child at the centre of this situation, she thought.

"Firstly, this letter is very different to previous correspondence, which I have here, copies provided by the court in London," and he pointed to a pile of letters on the desk.

"I believe it is not from Mr Farrington's solicitor's office. I suspect it is a forgery, purporting to be from the solicitor." He paused and looked around the group. "It does not, in itself, mean that the information is wrong. In fact, my enquiries indicate that the court is looking to award sole guardianship to Mr Farrington."

Arabella gasped out loud and gripped the arms of the chair. "I'd hoped that wasn't the case," she said.

"Oh, don't distress yourself My Lady. The information that led to the court taking this view is a tangle of lies or misinformation, if we were to use a more legal expression."

"Lies is an acceptable expression," inserted the duke.

Mr Dawkins nodded his agreement and continued, "We have gathered enough information to prove these lies. The information about various incidents at Farrington Hall was from witnesses who were paid for their information. His insinuations about you have no basis in fact. The words sound impressive in a legal document but are still lies. The judge will not look kindly on that. It could even result in a prison sentence for Farrington, unlikely but possible under the terms of the law."

"I hope the blighter rots in gaol," added Sir Joseph. "He's in this for the money and nothing else."

"Indeed, Sir, you are, in fact, correct in that assumption. Mr Farrington has considerable debts and no prospect of settling them. On several dates in the last month, the moneylender who holds his note has sent debt collectors to the Hall. He sold all the horses recently, and most of the house is mothballed and closed off."

"So sad, it was a wonderful house and a place for employment and community spirit. He has destroyed a place with history in a few weeks," said Arabella. She paused, concerned. "Were the horses his to sell? I thought all the property was in trust for Henry?"

"That is correct, but he does oversee the finances," replied Mr Dawkins.

"Oh indeed, he penny-pinched on the housekeeping monies from the trust fund. We barely had money for firewood. Now I wonder if he withdrew larger amounts, based on my household expenses, but only passed on a fraction of the money," Arabella informed him.

"I would not be surprised and shall investigate any discrepancies," agreed Mr Dawkins. "The financial irregularities cannot be contested. We have clear evidence, and it has already been supplied to the court."

"I cannot thank you enough," Arabella whispered. "It is all due to his grace and Sir Joseph, who have given me the means to pursue these enquiries.

"And the way he has cast aspersions on my character. Is there anything that can be done about that?" Arabella was determined the world would know she was not a bad mother.

"That's taking a little longer. However, we have made excellent progress. We now have witness statements about what exactly happened during several of your son's, erm, scrapes or escapades. No one felt anything could have been done to prevent these incidents," Mr Dawkins said reassuringly before adding with a smile, "I would like to meet your little boy, as he sounds full of adventure and determined to find out more about the world of nature."

"Can we definitively clear Lady Farrington's name?" asked the duke.

"As of today, yes, we can. I have enough evidence now to refute all the claims. I can prove several documents are fraudulent, including the latest letter. I have to add, ma'am, that I cannot guarantee that Mr Farrington is not in the area. That part may be true."

"You mentioned the court was going to find in favour of Christopher based on the evidence already presented. I'm unsure how long all this new evidence will take to process. Might I have to give Henry up temporarily?" Arabella asked, unsure if she really wanted to know the answer.

"It's difficult to say. We have a peer of the realm with connections and an interest in this case. I have spoken with the clerk of the court and emphasized the need for the judge to consider the new evidence we have submitted," Mr Dawkins answered honestly.

"I can't give him up," she said hoarsely.

"You won't need to," said the duke and Sir Joseph in unison. Arabella looked at the duke with a tender smile to signal her thanks, which he returned

"If you will forgive my impertinence, there is another way to ensure this matter goes no further," Mr Dawkins informed her.

"Tell me," said Arabella. "I'll do anything."

"If you were to marry again, your husband would be considered co-guardian. The late Lord Farrington was very thorough in his affairs, and this is actually stipulated in his will."

"Marry?" Arabella echoed the word.

"It is the fastest path to security. We will prevail, nevertheless, I am confident of that. However, it may take a few weeks," Mr Dawkins replied.

"Well, I am not in a position to marry, so we must wait for the judge," Arabella told him, wishing it was different and not daring to look at the duke.

"If it should become necessary to safeguard Henry's future and ensure he is not removed from Lady Farrington, then I would step in and offer marriage," came the strong, deep voice of the Duke of Montbury. "We could obtain a special licence as I am a peer and marry without delay," he continued.

Arabella's head whirled around in shock. She thought she was in a dream world. Had Robert just told her uncle and Mr Dawkins that he would marry her to save Henry from Mr Farrington?

She held her fingers firm against her lap as her arms began to tremble. At that moment, she knew this was what she had been dreaming about, but not like this.

He'd spoken earlier today of courting, which would give time for certainty and romance. A courtship, then a proposal, and a marriage.

She'd been so excited and happy in her heart for the first time in two years. When she'd read Christopher's letter, all the joy had drained away. Now, she remembered that feeling of pure, wonderful love when he had spoken of courtship. Could a heart sing? She thought hers had sung out loud, proclaiming her happiness.

Now, on the same day, this mention of marriage in a very different way. This time it was very much a marriage of convenience, for a special reason. She would, of course, accept this offer, if it became necessary, but her heart felt heavy with sadness.

I need some time and space to work out how I feel about it all. My head feels like it is stuffed with cobwebs. I'm exhausted. Maybe tomorrow I'll feel better after I've had some sleep.

The door flung open; no knock, just Elinor, who stood there ashen-faced.

"It's Henry," she cried. "We can't find him. We think he left the boot room to go into the garden, and we can't find him anywhere."

A very calm voice sounded behind Elinor, and an older lady in a mob cap appeared in the doorway. It was the housekeeper, Mrs Slater. "We've just found this note. I thought it best to bring it to you directly."

The duke took the note and read it in a split second before handing it to Arabella.

"It isn't Farrington. He's heard something and run away. We need to find him. Time is of the essence," the duke informed the rest of the room.

He was already half out of the door, shouting instructions before the words had sunk in. Arabella half heard him telling Mr Chalston to get all the footmen searching and to send a runner to alert Mr Brown and the stable hands at the Mews. Henry had gone missing, and it was imperative that they found him.

Her eyes took in the words, the print going in and out of focus as she made herself concentrate and read what Henry had written.

Dear Mama,

I can't go and stay with Uncle Christopher and Aunt Violet. I don't like him. When he visited, he was mean and tried to hurt Dash.

I'm going to take Dash and find somewhere to live. I'd like to stay near Montbury so I can still see you, Uncle Joseph, Aunt Grace, Emma, Reverend Nathaniel, Freddy, Judd, Tabitha, Mickle, and the duke.

I must go and hide now. I heard Aunt Grace telling Emma that Uncle Christopher might come to take me back to Farrington Hall. She said it would only be for a short time, but I never want to stay with him. It will be easier if I go away.

Your loving son,

Henry

Viscount Farrington.

A wash of sadness, rage, and fear submerged Arabella simultaneously. She had no idea that Christopher had tried to hurt Dash. How dare he? Henry didn't want to go to Farrington Hall, and it told her she had made the right decision to leave as he was happy here.

Arabella needed to find him. She stood and began to walk to the door. "I need to find Henry. I can't just sit here doing nothing," she informed her friends. Uncle Joseph and Mr Dawkins had already gone to join the search.

Nathaniel arrived with Emma, who rushed to Arabella, looking surprisingly calm in this crisis. "Nathaniel thinks he might know where Henry has gone," Emma told her.

"Well, I'd say it's a strong possibility," uttered Nathaniel. He looked intently at Arabella. "I'm not going to be just the vicar here. I'm also your friend. I know we will find Henry very soon. Come with me now, and I'll explain on the way."

As they raced through the garden towards the path to the lake, Nathaniel relayed a conversation he'd had with Henry earlier. "We were gathering specimens of water weed in jars, the sun was shining, and the view out to Avalon Island was spectacular. Henry loved how the lake surface glimmered in the golden light."

"You think he might be there?" asked Arabella, the hope raising her spirits.

"He asked me how difficult it was to make a place to live," continued Nathaniel. "He'd heard the Duke of Montbury talking about building a den on the island. What's important is he told me there was nowhere he would rather live."

"I can imagine him saying that," Arabella said, managing to laugh despite her fears.

"He's a little boy, so we need to think in the same way that he would, and I believe he would go back to that special place," Nathaniel said with a surety that Arabella did not feel.

"Where was it exactly on the lake?" asked Arabella.

"Over at the far side, and it isn't the easiest part of the lake to access," Nathaniel told her. "We went there by boat, and there looked to be a path through, but brambles had spread across and blocked it."

They came across Robert and Mickle, the spaniel pulling Robert towards the lake. "I believe he might have a scent and is tracking Henry," Robert said as he hung on tightly to Mickle's lead.

"It fits with Nathaniel's theory about where he might have gone," gasped Arabella, almost running, her dark hair loose of its pins, flying out behind her.

A loud barking began ahead of them, somewhere near the lakeshore. It sounds like Dash, she thought, hoping against hope that they had found Henry.

Robert let go of her lead, allowing Mickle to race off towards the lake, and a minute later, she began barking excitedly, along with Dash.

They've found him. "Henry," she called frantically. "Henry."

No answering call. Fear gripped her as she knew he must be hurt. They had arrived too late.

"He's been here," shouted Nathaniel. "Dash is here, and his notebook and a blanket are on the ground."

As she reached the lake, Robert had already pulled off his boots and frock coat and jumped down into the lake. "Nathaniel, come over here. I think he's been making his way along the lakeshore. The brambles are like a thicket so it can't be easy going."

"Henry," the duke called.

Nathaniel climbed down the bank after him, making his way towards Robert. "Your Grace, over there. Can you see a shape at the side of the water, clinging to a willow branch?"

"It's Henry," cried Robert. "Just a second or two, and I'll have reached him. Henry, hold tight; we're nearly there. Hold tight to that branch."

A loud splash broke the silence, and Arabella fell to her knees with a keening cry. "Henry …"

"Emma, you stay with Arabella," said Elinor, who had appeared on the scene. "I'm going to the water's edge. As an army wife, I have skills in giving aid to the wounded. I may be of some help."

Emma kneeled beside Arabella, supporting her with her arms, while Elinor went to the water's edge.

Robert emerged from the lake, carrying what looked like a limp Henry in his arms. Dash raced up and began licking the boy's hand as Robert laid him gently on the grass.

"He was only under the water for a second or two. Less than a minute. I think he is in shock," Robert told them.

"Roll him on his side and open his mouth," Elinor instructed. As Robert did so, Elinor felt for a heartbeat and put her ear near his face to listen for breathing.

"I'm going to try something," Robert said urgently, moving the lifeless Henry onto his back. He used his fingers to pinch the boy's nose closed and, bending down to cover his lips on the child's, blew air gently into his mouth and massaged his chest very gently.

Elinor watched closely. "He's breathing," she said with relief. "I can see his chest rising. Now put him on his side as he may need to vomit, and it will be safer."

"Arabella, Emma, I think he's going to live," Elinor said, turning to them. "He's breathing strongly, and he's beginning to come round."

"I believe you saved his life," said Elinor to Robert. "Where did you learn to do that?"

"Nothing worthy, dear sister," Robert responded. "I seconded a man in a duel next to the serpentine; he was winged and fell into the water. The other second was a seasoned soldier, and he used this technique and brought my friend around."

Arabella crouched next to Henry, rubbing his hands and smoothing his forehead. "We must get him somewhere warm and get the doctor to check him over," she said urgently.

"Nathaniel, can you go and get one of my men to bring Dr Alwood," said Robert, kneeling next to Arabella, putting his arm gently around her shoulders. "We're going to take Henry to the castle. It's nearer than the Hall, and all our families are there."

Arabella turned to him and murmured her thanks.

Henry opened his eyes and smiled at his mother. "I'm sorry, Mama," he spluttered, water still coming from his mouth as he spoke.

"Shush Henry. All's well," she reassured him.

"I didn't want to leave Montbury," he whispered.

"I know. You don't have to leave. The duke's solicitor has a plan, and you can stay here with me," she said, holding him tight.

"I like the duke. I've got so many friends here. It feels like home," Henry replied weakly.

"You never need to leave. Tomorrow, you must tell me how Mr Farrington tried to hurt Dash. But for now, I need you to be quiet. Do you feel sick?" she asked him, still wondering if he was really alright.

"A little, Mama. I swallowed some of the water," Henry told her.

"As soon as you feel better, the duke and Nathaniel are going to teach you how to swim," Arabella promised him.

"I did what the duke taught me, Mama. When I slipped in the water, I knew the tree branch would keep me afloat above the water."

"You're a very clever boy, but you must never run away again because we were all so worried about you. The best thing to do is talk to someone about your worries. It doesn't have to be me, but talk to someone like the Reverend Colbrooke or the duke."

"Now sit up, Henry," came the duke's voice. "I'm going to lift you up and carry you to the castle. If I tire, Nathaniel or Mr Brown will take over carrying you."

At that moment, Jason Brown had come running down the path. "I've brought the pony and trap in case you found the little chap," he informed them. "I thought it possible he may need a ride home."

"I'm sure I can walk," protested Henry.

"You might be able to, but your mama looks very tired, and I think we need to use the cart this evening," the duke said to him gently.

Henry nodded and rested his head against Robert's shoulder as they made their way up the hill through the woods to the trap, followed closely by Nathaniel and Emma.

Arabella felt her legs rooted to the spot. She'd been so close to losing her precious son. Now he was safe, the tears rolled down her face, forming rivulets down her cheeks.

Elinor took her hand as they followed a little distance behind. "He's fine, truly. Dr Alwood will check him over, but I suggest you let Nanny take over as soon as we get to the castle. She is an expert on children and ailments, and I'd prefer her for Freddy over Dr Alwood any day."

"You know, I felt exhausted before we came across this evening. I should have cried off, but I needed to see Mr Dawkins about Christopher Farrington. Now I can hardly keep my head up," Arabella confessed.

"I shall ask my maid to prepare a hot mustard bath; then you can speak to Dr Alwood and assure yourself Henry is fine. Once he is in bed, you can sink into a feather bed yourself. You will all stay at the castle tonight. Mama will insist," Elinor told her in a tone that forbade any argument.

"I'd be glad to stay, and I'm sure the others will want to be near Henry," Arabella agreed.

As they reached the end of the woodland, the little cart stood waiting, and Robert placed Henry in the cart, then lifted Arabella up beside him. Jason Brown urged the pony to walk on, and they clattered across the drawbridge and into the courtyard, where the dowager duchess raced out to meet them.

"I hear he's fine but had a lucky escape," she said, indicating that two footmen should carry Henry into the castle.

"He fell in the water, but the duke knew a technique that saved his life. I shall never be able to thank him enough," Arabella said, forgetting her exhaustion for a moment.

"Well, I've had rooms made up for you all in our family wing. There are no guests tonight as they have all gone to Harrogate to take the waters and see a play."

Arabella nodded her thanks and agreement to the plan.

"And here's Nanny," Elinor whispered in Arabella's ear. "My dear, it's best just to let her take charge."

Nanny bustled across and took a look at Henry. "Mister Freddy is waiting in the nursery for you, and I've had a bed made up for you in his room. As you've had a shock, I am going to break my rule and let your little dog come and sleep up in the nursery tonight," she informed him.

Henry looked around for Dash, who was following with the group walking behind. "Do you think you need to be carried up to the nursery?" Nanny asked, and Henry shook his head.

Nanny turned her attention to Arabella. "You look very pale, and I've already asked them to fill a bath in your room and add mustard, thyme, and rosemary. It will do you the world of good. I know you will want to come up to the nursery to say goodnight and speak to Dr Alwood, but you really do need to rest," Nanny told her.

"I suspect you are right, Nanny. I do feel tired and wrung out," agreed Arabella.

"Quite understandable, Your Ladyship. We must make sure you get a good night's sleep," declared Nanny. "Now come along, Master Henry. Let's get you into bed."

The dowager duchess spoke in a confidential tone, "We all just do exactly as she says. Her knowledge of remedies and medicines is remarkable. Ah, there's Lady Thraxton waiting to find out what's happened."

She waved at Aunt Grace, who came to join them. "I remember Robert doing something very similar, although I think he was a couple of years older than Henry. He got angry with his father and took that old boat and rowed it across to the island with a determination to stay there," the dowager informed them.

‘I doubt he fell in the lake, though," replied Arabella.

"No, he swam like a fish from an early age. He climbed up that tall tree in the middle of the island, fell, and broke his arm. He always craved adventure," the dowager said with a smile. "Now let's find Mrs Slater and make sure that bath is being made ready. You could do with a change of clothes, too, as you are covered in mud," the dowager informed Arabella looking her up and down.

For the first time, Arabella looked down at her skirt and saw mostly mud. "I was kneeling in the mud," she explained.

"You're about my size; I'll send something for you to wear," the dowager said kindly.

"I don't …" started Arabella.

"I insist. You shall have clean clothes in the morning. I shall let you off supper. Cook has held it back, but I suspect you'd prefer a tray in your room."

"Thank you," Arabella said quietly, almost overcome with exhaustion.

"Lady Thraxton, I'm about to send Lady Farrington for a hot mustard bath. The doctor should be here within the hour," the dowager told Aunt Grace.

Lady Thraxton thanked the dowager for her kind hospitality and said they all wanted to stay to be near Henry overnight.

"It's a pleasure. The rooms in the family wing are empty, and there is no house party as they are all in Harrogate," the dowager repeated to Aunt Grace what she'd already told Arabella. "Supper will be served as soon as everyone has had a chance to freshen up. I can hear voices, so those walking are arriving now."

"Run upstairs, my dear, before you have to get involved in long conversations," she told Arabella before looking around. "Dorcas," she called to one of the maids. "Please show Lady Farrington to her bedchamber. It's the Dawn Room, the one nearest the nursery stairs. Can you show her the way up to the nursery, too?"

Arabella followed Dorcas up the stairs and gasped as she opened the door to a delightful bedchamber with cornflower blue curtains and draping around the four-poster bed. A small fire blazed in the hearth.

"I know it's summer, but her grace thought you would appreciate the warmth of a fire after having such a scare," Dorcas told her.

"Thank you," murmured Arabella. "I already feel more settled just being in this lovely room."

"I've asked for a footman to set up a copper bath for you near the fire."

"That's so kind. Thank you so much, Dorcas."

"If you go and take tea with your family, then when you return, the bath will be ready."

An hour later, Arabella opened the door, breathing in the reviving rosemary, thyme, and mustard aroma. She looked longingly at the steam rising from the tin bath, still being filled with metal pitchers of hot water.

Maybe, just maybe, I'll soon feel better, she thought as she lowered her body into the warm water and felt her muscles relax and her mind begin to clear.

"Oh goodness, I must have fallen asleep in the tub," she cried out in surprise as she woke with a start when Dorcas knocked on the door to tell her the doctor had arrived.

"I must rush. I need to speak to Dr Alwood," Arabella said to Dorcas.

She reached for the simple dress that the dowager had sent for her. Dorcas helped her dress quickly, then pin her hair up to look presentable to the doctor.

"Here's her ladyship now," said Nanny as Arabella entered the room where Henry sat up in bed, looking a picture of positive health.

"Mama," he called, "Dr Alwood says I'm fine, and it would be a good idea if I learned to swim. I need to get back in the water."

"That's quite correct, young man; you can splash about and get confident in the water," said the doctor, coming to the door, the duke beside him, to speak in the corridor with Arabella. "He's well; rest assured there is nothing to worry about. Nanny will keep watch and call me should his temperature rise in the next few hours.

"And yes, teach him and Master Freddy to swim as soon as possible. It will use up some of the exuberant energy as well," he said as he looked at Arabella, kindness in his face. "You have a remarkable little boy. He could tell me the names of all the bones in the arm and the fingers. I see him at medical school," he said, laughing.

Arabella went to say goodnight to Henry and Freddy, knowing it would not be long before she fell asleep herself.