To Beguile a Beast (Legend of the Four Soldiers #3)(83)

So when a swallow flew in her window one night and presented her with the leaf from a yew bush, she knew exactly what it meant. . . .

—from TRUTH TELLER

“Do you think he’s really Sir Alistair’s friend?” Jamie whispered to Abigail.

“Of course he is,” she said stoutly. “He knew Puddles’s name, didn’t he?”

Abigail knew better than to go with a strange man. But when the tall man with the funny face had burst into the duke’s nursery, he’d seemed to know exactly what to do. He’d ordered the footmen to leave and had told them that he was Sir Alistair’s friend and that he would take them to Sir Alistair and Mama. Most importantly of all, he’d said that Sir Alistair had told him Puddles’s name. That had settled it in Abigail’s mind. Better to go with a stranger than to stay in the duke’s prison. So they’d followed the tall gentleman, sneaking down the back stairs and into a waiting carriage. Jamie had seemed happy for the first time in days. He’d nearly bounced out of the carriage seat as they’d driven away.

Now they sat side by side on a satin settee in a very grand room. They were alone, since the gentleman had left for some reason, and only now did Abigail think about all the terrible things the funny-faced gentleman might do to them if he wasn’t Sir Alistair’s friend.

She was careful, of course, to keep her fear from Jamie.

Jamie squirmed now and said, “Do you think—”

But he was interrupted by the opening of the door. The gentleman came in again, followed by a straight-backed lady. A small terrier dog rounded the lady’s skirts, gave one sharp bark, and raced toward them.

“Mouse!” Jamie cried, and the little dog leapt straight into his arms.

Abigail recognized him then. She and Jamie had met Mouse, the dog, and his mistress at Hyde Park. She rose and curtsied to Lady Vale.

That lady stopped and inspected Abigail while Mouse bathed Jamie’s face with his pink tongue. “Are you well?”

“Yes, my lady,” Abigail whispered, and a great weight lifted off her heart. It was going to be all right. Lady Vale would make it so.

“We ought to send for some tea and biscuits, Vale,” Lady Vale said. She gave a very small smile, and Abigail smiled back.

And then something even more wonderful happened. There were loud voices in the hall and Mama rushed in.

“My darlings!” she cried, and went to her knees, her arms outstretched.

Jamie and Abigail ran to her. Mama’s arms were so warm. She smelled so familiar, and suddenly Abigail was crying into Mama’s shoulder, and they were all hugging, even Mouse. It was wonderful, really.

They stayed like that for a long time before Abigail saw Sir Alistair. He stood by himself, watching them with a small smile on his face, and her heart gave a happy hop at the sight of him, too. Abigail stepped back from Mama.

She dried her eyes and walked slowly to Sir Alistair. “I’m glad to see you again.”

“I’m glad to see you, too.” His voice was deep and gruff, but his brown eye smiled at her.

She swallowed and said quickly, “And I’m sorry that I let Puddles make water on your satchel.”

He blinked and then cleared his throat and said quietly, “I shouldn’t have yelled at you, Abigail lass. It was but a satchel.” He held out his hand. “Forgive me?”

For some reason, her eyes filled with tears again. She took his hand. It was hard and warm and large, and when she held it, she felt safe.

Safe and as if she were home.

AN HOUR LATER, Alistair watched as Helen and the children said their farewells to Lady Vale outside the Vale town house.

He turned to the viscount, standing and watching beside him. “Thank you for rescuing them for me.”

Vale shrugged carelessly. “It was no trouble. Besides, you were the one who realized that if you and Mrs. Fitzwilliam went to the luncheon at Blanchard House, it would draw away your watcher and perhaps leave Lister’s town house with fewer guards.”

Alistair nodded. “But it was still a risk. He might’ve had a much larger force guarding the children.”

“Might’ve, but as it turned out, he didn’t. As it was, the only one who put up any fight was your old manservant, Wiggins.” Vale looked at him rather sheepishly. “I do hope you don’t mind that I knocked the fellow down the stairs?”

“Not at all,” he replied with a grim smile. “I only wish he’d broken his neck in the fall.”

“Ah, but we can’t have all our wishes, can we?”

“No, we can’t.” Alistair watched as Helen smiled and shook hands with Lady Vale. A lock of golden hair blew across her pink cheek. “In any case, I do owe you, Vale.”

“Think nothing of it.” The viscount scratched his chin. “Any chance Lister will come after them again?”

Alistair shook his head decisively. “I doubt it. He renounced them in the presence of the king—and his heir. If nothing else, it’s in Kimberly’s vested interest to keep his father from acknowledging his bastard children in any way. If the rumors are true, Abigail and Jamie aren’t Lister’s only children out of wedlock. I’m afraid Kimberly will have quite a chore on his hands, making sure his father doesn’t give away the unentailed parts of his inheritance to various bastard half siblings.”