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"It would be easy enough to find out," Merripen replied, and added darkly, "He probably wouldn't be happy to find out that we were still alive."
"You're more or less safe as long as you remain Roma," Noah said. "But if Kev reveals himself as the Cavan heir and tries to claim the title, there could be trouble."
Merripen looked scornful. "Why would I do that?"
Noah shrugged. "No Rom would. But you are half gadjo."
"I don't want the title or what comes with it," Merripen said firmly. "And I want nothing to do with the Coles, Lord Cavan, or anything Irish."
"And ignore half of yourself?" Cam asked.
"I've spent most of life not knowing about my Irish half. It will be no problem to ignore it now."
A Romany boy came to the vardo to let them know that the sling had been finished.
"Good," Merripen said decisively. "I'll help him outside, and he-"
"Oh no," Cam said, scowling. "There is no possible way I'm going to let myself be carried in a sling to Ramsay House."
Merripen gave him a sardonic glance. "How are you pla
"I'll ride."
Merripen's brows lowered. "You're in no condition to ride. You'll fall and break your neck."
"I can do it," Cam insisted stubbornly. "It's not far." "You'll fall off the horse!"
"I'm not going in the bloody sling. It would frighten Amelia."
"You're not worried about Amelia nearly so much as your own pride. You'll be carried, and that's final."
"Bugger you," Cam snapped.
Win and Noah exchanged a worried glance. The brothers seemed ready to come to blows.
"As the tribe leader, I may be able to help settle the dispute-," Noah began diplomatically.
Merripen and Cam answered at the same time, '"No."
"Kev," Win murmured, "could he ride with me? He could sit behind me and hold on to me for balance."
"All right," Cam said immediately. "We'll do that."
Merripen scowled at them both.
"I'll go as well," Noah said with a slight smile. "On my own horse. I'll tell my son to saddle him." He paused. "Can you stay a few minutes more? You have many Romany cousins to meet. And I have a wife and children I want to show to you, and-"
"Later," Merripen said. "I need to take my brother to his wife without delay."
"Very well."
After Noah had gone outside, Cam stared absently into the dregs of his tea.
"What are you thinking?" Merripen asked.
"I'm wondering if our father had children by his second wife. And if so, how many? Are there half brothers and half sisters we don't know about?"
Merripen's eyes narrowed. "What does it matter?"
"They're our family."
Merripen smacked his forehead with his hand in an uncharacteristically dramatic gesture. "We've got the Hathaways, and we've got more than a dozen Roma ru
Cam only smiled.
Not surprisingly, Ramsay House was in an uproar. The Hathaways, Miss Marks, the servants, the parish constable, and a doctor were crowded in the entrance hall. Since the short ride had depleted Cam 's strength, he was forced to lean on Merripen as they went inside.
They were immediately surrounded by the family, with Amelia pushing her way to Cam. She gave a sob of relief as she reached him, fighting tears as she ran frantic hands over his chest and face. Letting go of Merripen, Cam wrapped his arms around Amelia, his head lowering nearly to her shoulder. They were quiet amid the tumult, breathing in measured sighs. One of her hands crept up to his hair, fingers closing in the dark layers. Cam murmured something against her ear, some soft and private reassurance. And he swayed, causing Amelia to grip him more tightly, while Kev took his shoulders to steady him.
Cam lifted his head and looked down at his wife. "I drank some coffee this morning," he told her. "It didn't sit well."
"So I heard," Amelia said, smoothing her hand across his chest. She threw a worried glance at Kev. "His gaze isn't focused."
"He's higher than a jackdaw," Kev said. "We gave him raw opium to calm his heart before Win brought the antidote."
"Let's take him upstairs," Amelia said, using the edge of her sleeve to scrub her wet eyes. Raising her voice, she spoke to the elderly bearded man who stood outside the group. "Dr. Martin, please accompany us upstairs and you will be able to evaluate my husband's condition in private."
"I don't need a doctor," Cam protested.
"I wouldn't complain, if I were you," Amelia told him. "I'm tempted to send for at least a half-dozen doctors, not to mention specialists from London." She paused long enough to glance at Noah. "Are you the gentleman who helped Mr. Rohan? We are indebted to you, sir."
"Anything for my cousin," Noah replied.
"Cousin?" Amelia repeated, her eyes widening.
"I'll explain upstairs," Cam said, lurching forward. Immediately Noah took one side and Merripen the other, and they half-dragged, half-carried Cam up the grand staircase. The family followed, exclaiming and talking excitedly.
"These are the noisiest gadje I've ever met," Noah remarked.
"This is nothing," Cam said, panting with effort as they ascended. "They're usually much worse."
"Moshto!" Noah exclaimed, shaking his head.
Cam 's privacy was marginal at best as he was deposited on the bed and Dr. Martin began to examine him. Amelia made a few attempts to shoo family and relatives from the room, but they kept pushing back in to see what was happening. After Martin tested Cam 's pulse, pupil size, lung sounds, skin moisture and color, and reflexes, he pronounced that in his opinion, the patient would make a full recovery. If there were any troublesome symptoms during the night, such as heart palpitations, they could be soothed by imbibing a drop of laudanum in a glass of water.
The doctor also said that Cam should be given clear liquids and bland foods and he should rest for the next two or three days. He would probably experience a loss of appetite, and almost certainly some headaches, but when he was fully rid of the last traces of digitalis, everything would be back to normal.
Satisfied that his brother was in good condition, Kev went to Leo in the corner of the room and asked softly, "Where is Harrow?"
"Out of your reach," Leo said. "They took him off to the gaol just before you returned. And don't bother trying to get to him. I've already told the constable not to let you within a hundred yards of the pinfold."
"I should think you'd like to reach him first," Merripen said. "You despise him as much as I do."
"True. But I believe in letting due process take its course. And I don't want Beatrix to be disappointed. She's hoping for a trial."
"Why?"
"She wants to present Dodger as a witness."
Lifting his gaze heavenward, Kev went to the corner of the room and leaned his back against the wall. He listened as the Hathaways exchanged their versions of the day's events and the constable asked questions and even Noah became involved, which then led to the revelation of Kev's and Cam 's pasts, and so forth. Information flew in animated volleys. It was never going to end.
Cam, in the meantime, seemed more than content to lie on the bed while Amelia fussed over him. She smoothed his hair, gave him water, straightened the covers, and caressed him repeatedly. He yawned and struggled to keep his eyes open, and turned his cheek into the pillow.
Kev turned his attention to Win, who was sitting in a chair near the bed, her back straight as always. She looked serene and proper, except for the loose strands of hair that had slipped from their pins. One would never guess that she was capable of setting a wardrobe on fire. With Dr. Harrow in it. As Leo had put it, the deed may not have reflected well on her intelligence, but one had to give her points for ruthlessness. And it had gotten the job done.