Pendragon

"What would that be?"

"A lovely epergne that belonged to my mother, to set in the middle of his table. Ah yes, I realize it will be, in fact, in the middle of your table, but it is nonetheless a lovely gift that his bride will cherish."

"That is very kind of you, Niles."

Lord Kipper just nodded. "Where do you think the girl is, Thomas?"

"I don't know."

"Ah, in case you're wondering, my man, Trupper, saw William arrive. He showed him in here. My servants don't lie, Thomas. As you know, Trupper was at Waterloo. The man wouldn't accept a lie from anyone."

Thomas knew it was true. He nodded.

"Where is the epergne?"

"William took it back to Pendragon. It was very well wrapped because he was riding and wanted it protected."

Now that he recalled, Thomas had seen a bundle set just inside the front doors of Pendragon.

Well, damnation.

Thomas returned to Pendragon. Teddy MacGraff said Je

Thomas went to see his wife, who appeared to be deep in thought. He watched her from the doorway for a moment, so grateful that she would be all right, so absolutely grateful to every power that be that she hadn't been killed, that he nearly shouted with it.

He said, swallowing, "Meggie."

She looked up, her brow clearing. "Did you find out anything?"

He shook his head.

She chewed her bottom lip a moment, then whispered, "Could you perhaps come here and hold me for a little while?"

He held her until she lightly shoved against his chest. He eased her back down against her pillow.

He told her what Lord Kipper had said.

"So William couldn't have anything to do with her disappearance."

"It appears not."

"Who, Thomas? Who could have taken her?"

He shook his head. He knew it was driving her mad. It was driving him mad as well.

Two days later Meggie was reclining on the once gold sofa, now showing as dismal grayish yellow in the sunlight that filled the drawing room, when her father and Mary Rose appeared in the doorway.

She started to jump up, realized if she did, it wouldn't be a good thing, and gave them her biggest smile.

Tysen felt a leap of love and relief at that beautiful smile. She was alive; she would be all right. He'd had to see her, see that smile of hers, to really believe she would be all right. He made it to that ugly sofa in under two seconds. He held his daughter gingerly, then more closely when he realized it was her left shoulder that was bandaged. He kissed her cheek and breathed in the rose scent of her.

"Oh God, I prayed and prayed, Meggie." He kissed her forehead, her nose, hugged her as close as he could without hurting her. "Everything will be fine now. You're coming home with Mary Rose and me."

"I'm very glad to see both of you." Meggie raised her face from her father's neck and smiled at Mary Rose. "Are the boys all well?"

"Oh yes. They can't wait to see you. They hounded us to let them come, but I didn't want to take any chances."

"You look beautiful, Mary Rose."

"Thank you, Meggie, but that's just my outsides. My insides have been a boiling cauldron of mushy fear for you. You're looking much better than I'd thought you would, thank the good Lord."

"Meggie."

Meggie slowly raised her head at the sound of that voice. Jeremy was standing in the doorway, Thomas behind him. There was absolutely no expression on her husband's face, but those dark eyes of his were as flat as a calm sea.

"Jeremy."

"We are relieved to see you alive."

"I am as well." She got hold of herself. "Now, what are you doing here?" And she cursed the fact that he was here. She wasn't glad to see him. However, the sight of him hadn't made her heart speed up, hadn't made her want to cry with the endless wanting of him. No, seeing him had made her want to frown, and tell him to go away.

It was quite true. She savored the lack of feelings for this man she'd believed she would love forever.

"I wrote them about what happened," Thomas said.

Tysen said, "Thomas also wants us to take you back with us to the vicarage."

"Oh no," Meggie said, separating herself from her father. "Thomas wants me right here. He's just afraid that this person will get me on the third try. I'm not leaving Pendragon."

Thomas said nothing, merely walked to the sideboard.

"Come with me to Fowey then," Jeremy said, and Thomas stiffened but didn't turn. "I have some stable cats, tough and mean, all of them. You can train them to race. If that bores you, then I've some horses that could use your fine touch."

"No, thank you, Jeremy. Pendragon is my home. I'm not leaving my home. Now, how is Charlotte?"

He smiled, splitting his face from nearly ear to ear, and Thomas turned to see it, and imagined Meggie crumbling in pain at that smile, in the knowledge that another woman was responsible for that smile, but she didn't appear to be at all disturbed. He frowned. Yes, she was simply looking at her almost cousin with a slight smile on her own face. It was an affectionate smile, no question about that, but he didn't see anything else.

"She is very pregnant," Jeremy said, and Meggie thought he would rub his hands together, he was that proud of himself. "She tells me she is fat and ugly and I just laugh at her and kiss her."

Meggie turned to her husband, who looked more like a statue than a breathing man, and said, "Thomas, will you laugh and kiss me when I am fat and complain?"

He nearly dropped the brandy bottle. "Yes," he said slowly, "I will. I think you would be safer back at the vicarage, Meggie, or at Fowey."

"That is possible. However, I'm not going anywhere. If you've forgotten, I'm not yet quite well enough to get up to dance with you just yet, so I would imagine that travel is equally beyond me as yet."

She was loyal to her toes, he thought, and poured the gentlemen some brandy. He'd eyed Jeremy Stanton-Greville, seen he was still a handsome man, a man he would probably like in any other circumstance, but not this one. No, he would just as soon stick a sword through his belly, curse him and curse Meggie, who was trying her best to show him that she still didn't love the bastard. Hmm. The fact was, she wasn't acting at all like her heart was in danger of crumbling. Not at all.

When Jeremy walked toward him to get his brandy, Thomas saw that he limped. He supposed that he'd noticed before, but it hadn't registered in his brain. Now he wondered why, and hoped it was from nothing that a female would consider vastly romantic.

"Meggie, love," Tysen said, stroking her hair, "we all think that you should come back home, just for a little while, until all this is resolved."

Meggie looked into her father's beloved face, then at Mary Rose, who was nearly wringing her hands she was so very worried for her, and smiled. "I love you both for coming here. I will be fine. Thomas will make certain that I will remain fine." She looked over at him, standing there so still, holding a glass of brandy in each of his hands. One for her father and one for himself, she supposed.

"Won't I, Thomas?"

Slowly Thomas shook his head. "I think you should go back to Glenclose-on-Rowan, Meggie. You will be well enough by next week. If you wish, you can stay at Bowden Close. The servants will take very good care of you."

Then Meggie looked straight at Jeremy. She was aware that Thomas had stiffened. She smiled at her almost cousin. "Tell me something, Jeremy, and tell me the truth. Would Charlotte leave you?"

"If I told her to, she would," Jeremy said, and it was said with arrogance, those words. He sounded infinitely obnoxious.

Meggie just gri

Jeremy gave it up and said, without hesitation, "She would stand beside me and fight to the death."