Gilded Cage (Dark Gifts #1)(7)
The baton hit Luke hard between the shoulder blades and he sprawled forward. He had the presence of mind to pull up his feet before the door banged shut, then was thrown back against the seat legs as the van pulled away.
Face down on the filthy vehicle floor, pressed against strangers’ stinking boots, Luke didn’t see how anything could be more awful than what had just happened.
Millmoor would prove him wrong.
2
Silyen
Early September sunlight streamed through the oriel window of Kyneston’s Small Solar, throwing a thick golden cloth over the breakfast table. It turned the silverware arrayed in front of Silyen Jardine into a constellation of stars. The fruit bowl in the centre, a dazzling sun, was piled high with pears. They were freshly cut from the trees in Aunt Euterpe’s garden. He pulled the dish towards him and selected a russet-and-green specimen.
With a sharp, ivory-handled knife he cut into the pear. It was ripe and he watched the juice bleed out onto the plate before wiping his fingers.
Before he even reached for his coffee cup, the footman who stood one pace behind and to his left was pouring a steaming black stream into it from a burnished pot. Gavar, his eldest brother, may once have blacked a house-slave’s eye for bringing him burnt toast, but the staff were quickest of all to serve the Young Master. Silyen found this fact gratifying. That it incensed Gavar was a bonus.
As usual, however, Silyen and his mother, Lady Thalia, were the only people in the Small Solar at this hour. As was also customary, there were at least half a dozen slaves going to and fro with the breakfast things. He watched them absently. So much bustle, all of it so unnecessary.
And today Mama was adding yet more to their number.
‘An entire family?’ he said, sensing that some comment was expected of him. ‘Really?’
Staffing was Jenner’s domain. Their mother believed it was important to give his middle brother a sense of usefulness and value within the family. Silyen suspected that Jenner knew all too well how his family truly regarded him. He’d have to be stupid not to, as well as Skilless.
Across the table, Mama was nibbling a brioche as she leafed through some sheets bearing the Labour Allocation Bureau letterhead.
‘The woman is the reason the bureau sent us their papers. She’s a nurse with extensive experience of long-term care, so she’ll take over looking after your aunt. The man is handy with vehicles and restores classic cars, so he can fix up some of those wrecks your father and Gavar insist on collecting. And they’re just starting their days, not coming from one of the slavetowns, so they won’t’ – she paused, searching for the right phrase – ‘won’t have picked up any faulty notions.’
‘Won’t have learned to hate us, you mean.’ Silyen looked at his mother with dark eyes just like hers, from under the dark curling hair that was also characteristic of his maternal ancestors, the Parvas. ‘You said it was a family, so what about the children?’
Lady Thalia waved dismissively, causing one of the maids to step forward for instructions before realizing her mistake and stepping back again. The slaves that trailed around after the Jardines performed this tiresome dance of servility many times daily.
‘Well, there’s a clever girl of eighteen. Jenner’s been asking for extra help in the Family Office, so I’m assigning her to him.’
‘Eighteen? Are you going to tell them what happened to the last girl who came to Kyneston at eighteen to do her days?’
His mother’s immaculate make-up hid any rising colour, but Silyen saw the documents flutter in her hand.
‘You shouldn’t speak like that. I could cry right now when I think of that poor girl. Such a terrible accident – and for it to have been your brother that shot her. He’s still distraught. I believe he loved her very much, foolish infatuation though it was. That dear little baby without a mother or a family.’
Silyen’s lips twitched. It was just as well Gavar wasn’t present to hear that disavowal of his child. The infant had grudgingly been permitted the Jardine surname – there was no denying her parentage, after all. Her shock of copper-coloured hair proclaimed her clear kinship to Gavar and their father, Whittam. But the child had no other privileges of blood.
‘I’m thinking these nice people could look after it,’ his mother continued.
Ordinarily, Silyen took a lively interest in his eldest brother’s illegitimate child. Though slave-born bastards weren’t unheard of among the great families, they were usually cast out along with the offending mother. Fortunately, Leah’s death had prevented that from happening with little Libby, giving Silyen the opportunity to study her at close quarters.
As the child wasn’t born to two Equal parents, the laws of heredity deemed she would be Skilless. But you never knew. Silyen was intrigued by what had happened at the gate the night Leah had tried to run. And curious things had happened at Kyneston before – like Jenner’s lack of Skill, despite his parents’ impeccable pedigree.
Libby’s childcare arrangements, however, interested Silyen rather less. He had other things on his mind today.
Soon, the Chancellor would arrive at Kyneston: Winterbourne Zelston himself. Zelston was coming to visit Mama’s sister, to whom he had been engaged in their youth. They still were engaged, presumably, as Zelston was both too in love and too guilty to break it off. But Aunt Euterpe was in no position to walk down the aisle. For the last twenty-five years she had been in no position to do anything at all, apart from breathe and sleep.