When the carriages arrived back at Balinor, Leopold was in a mood.
The journey had been long and uncomfortable, and although he had promised
to not think about Edgar, the man was constantly in the back of his mind.
And it made him more irritable. The staff was eager to make him
comfortable and were very concerned because the wedding had been postponed,
and this only drove him more over the edge.
As they got out of the carriage, Mrs. Collins approached him, "You had us all extremely worried, your grace, after sneaking out of the house the other morning. You were in no condition for that long journey into London on horseback and Jack should have never allowed it."
"I think I know my own limitations, Mrs. Collins, so if you kindly would mind your own business next time. As you can see, I am perfectly fine."
Kate was amazed at the sharp tone in his voice and turned to Mrs. Collins, "He is extremely tired and irritable."
"Speak for yourself, Kate. I am not tired and not irritable."
"Fine. If you will excuse me, I think I will take a nice hot bath. I will see you later when you are hopefully in better spirits." She said sarcastically.
She headed up the stairs and he followed her, "Kate, wait."
She was at the top of the stairs and Leopold looked down at his staff glaring up at them, "And what are all of you staring at. Don't you have anything better to do."
They scurried off in different directions.
She glared at him, "You need to learn how to control that temper. There was no reason to talk to Mrs. Collins that way. I realize the journey was long and probably you were in a lot of discomfort, but that is no excuse."
"You're scolding me."
"Yes, I am. Now go to your room and take a nap, so that maybe we can have a decent evening together. Last night was wonderful, Leopold. I know how this injury is frustrating you but we have to live with it, try and make the best of things." She brushed her hand across his cheek, and smiled at him. "Nobody likes you when you are in a foul mood." He tried to smile, "That's a bit better."
All of a sudden Janet came up the stairs, she was all smiles and Kate gave her a questioning look.
"The ride from London must have been pleasant, you are beaming from ear to ear."
Leopold turned to look at her, and immediately Janet knew he was in a bad mood. She thought about Mordred and knew he couldn't be told about that. And she so desperately wanted to tell them about their wedding. She held her hands together and Kate noticed the way she seemed to be playing with something in her hands.
"I will get your bath ready. We can talk later."
"You can speak in front of me, Janet."
"I'd rather not, excuse me, I have a lot to do."
Leopold watched her leave, "What is with her?"
"Like I said, no one likes you when you are in a foul mood."
"I didn't even say anything."
"You didn't have to, it's written all over your face. Will you please go take a nap?"
"I hate naps."
"I know. Leopold, you are being so difficult. You are home now, you can relax."
"I can't."
Otis came up the stairs holding a brandy, "Your grace, I have brought you a brandy, I thought it might relax you."
Kate smiled, "Good job, Otis. Get him sloshed. It would be good for him. Excuse me; I am off to take my bath. I will see you later and you will be smiling." She traced her finger across his lips. Then she went into her bedroom.
When she entered her bedroom, Janet had already started her bath and Meg and Molly had been bringing hot water to fill the tub. Janet was humming to herself as she began unpacking Kate's trunk.
"Are you going to tell me all about today?"
"Not much to tell." She was dying inside and Kate could tell.
"What is going on?"
She couldn't keep it in she held out her hand and Kate saw the ring.
"My god, Janet, you didn't? You and Jack.."
"It just happened. I mean, I think Jack had an idea about it happening. He got the license in London and he had the ring, and we were at this beautiful little village with a lovely church and the same vicar who married Leopold's parents. He was ever so charming, and he married us. And that's it. I am his wife now."
"But it's your wedding day, you shouldn't be working."
"Oh, that's alright. Jack is extremely busy. He has to catch up on the grooming and mucking out the stalls. There is a lot to be done."
"I won't have that. It is your wedding day. And tonight you are going to have a party."
"No, Kate, really, not with Leopold in the mood he is in."
"Stuff, Leopold."
"I beg your pardon."
"Have you even told your mother?"
"Not yet. Jack didn't want to make a fuss."
"And what were you going to do about your sleeping arrangements this evening? She was bound to notice you missing from your room."
"Well..I was going to sneak out."
"There is no reason for you to be sneaking anywhere. Jack is your husband, and the two of you will be together, and the staff is going to be informed. In fact, I think I should take care of it now, before I take my bath."
"Kate, really, please, I think Jack won't be pleased."
"I will talk to Jack." Kate left the room and Janet followed behind her. The whole time talking,
"But Kate, there is no need to make a fuss. We don't need a party, we don't need anything except each other."
"I know what you are doing, Janet. You think I am going to fall apart because it was supposed to be my wedding day tomorrow, but I am not. Your wedding should be celebrated with your family and friends. Don't worry about me."
"And Leopold?"
"He is the least of your worries. He's a bit of a grump today. And I assure you it has nothing to do with you and Jack. I don't know how I am going to put up with him for the next month. He can't stand that he is out of commission for awhile and he can be such a big baby."
"Is it Edgar?"
"I won't have that name mentioned around here. I really am adamant about that, Janet."
"He won't be able to forget about all that has gone on, Kate."
"I know that."
"We think Edgar tried to poison Mordred. I didn't want to say anything in front of Leopold."
Kate turned to her in disbelief. "When did this happen? Is Mordred alright?"
"Mordred is fine. It happened while we were being married. It shook Jack up quite a bit. He wanted to run after the culprit and slit his throat. You know how Jack is about the horses."
"How do you know it was Edgar?"
"We don't know. Someone paid a little boy 6 pence to feed him, the bag of grain was poisoned. All the little boy said was he was shorter than Jack and he smiled a lot."
"Edgar smiles a lot."
"Precisely."
"I can't believe he would harm Mordred."
"Jack said Mordred is like flesh and blood to Leopold, Edgar is going to go through everyone and everything that is dear to Leopold."
"Janet stop talking rubbish."
"Millicent, myself, Mordred…Leopold has every reason to believe you are next, or possibly his aunt and uncle, Otis."
"Enough, I don't want to talk about it anymore. And I don't want you to say anything to Leopold. I don't want to hear Edgar's name mentioned in this house again."
She continued walking out to the stables, Janet on her heels.
Jack was in the fenced in yard exercising Arthur, a beautiful dappled gray stallion.
Jack smiled at both of them as they leaned up against the fence, and trotted over to them. "I take it Janet has told you."
"Yes. I am a bit disappointed in you both. I was looking forward to your wedding."
"We thought it was for the best. No fuss."
"Well, I am going to make a fuss. But Janet said you would be mad, so I am consulting you before I go to Cook and tell her to prepare for a wedding celebration dinner."
"That won't be necessary."
"This is your wedding day, Jack. And maybe you don't want the fuss, but maybe your wife would like some."
He looked over at Janet, "We have talked about this. She is not bothered."
"She is saying that to please you, am I right, Janet?"
"I want the same things Jack wants."
Jack smiled at her.
"That is all very sweet but I don't believe it for a second. Tell him what you really want."
Janet was hesitant, "I wouldn't mind a party, just a small one, and a cake. I always thought a wedding had to have a cake. And music. I would like my husband to dance me around the room. And a nice dress to wear."
Jack glared at her, "If you wanted all those things, why didn't you say so?"
"I really only want you, but those things are nice. But they are just things. Now you are cross with me. Kate, this is your fault."
"I don't want anyone to be cross, I just want to give you a party. Let me do it."
"If she wants it, that is fine by me. I wouldn't mind a little party myself. I wasn't so sure it was a good idea, with Leopold being so out of sorts."
"You know, Leopold has to face the fact that he is an invalid and it is going to take time for his shoulder to heal and he has to start dealing with it. This party is a good thing. First thing, you both need to tell Janet's mother. Then I will start arranging the party. And I am sure I have a dress you could wear, Janet."
"Really?"
"Of course. We are about the same size. Music? Mum. Millard and Leopold play the piano, but that won't do."
"There is a lad in town, he and his brother play the fiddle. I am sure I could arrange for them to play." Jack pitched in.
"Perfect. And while you are at it, invite some of the locals. I am sure you have a few friends in the village. The more the merrier." Kate was glad to have something to do. Anything to get her mind of Edgar. After Janet told her about Mordred she had felt a chill up her spine. Who was next?
Once Mrs. Collins was told and thrilled to say the least, that her daughter was finally happy, preparations for the evening began, much to Millard's dismay. He shut himself off in his study, thinking the whole idea was ludicrous. Leopold had been persuaded to take a nap by Otis and knew nothing of the festivities going on under his roof. Jack had ridden into town and managed to get the McClaren brothers to play and invited a lot of the local lads to the party. Cook was busy in the kitchen preparing a buffet style supper and Mrs. Collins and the girls were decorating one of the unused outbuildings near the stables (similar to a barn). While Kate helped Janet pick out a dress.
When Leopold awoke, he went downstairs and found the house quiet. He entered the kitchen and saw Cook and her crew frantically baking and trays of sandwiches and sausage rolls, he picked one up put it in his mouth and Cook quickly slapped his hand as he tried to take another, just like when he was a child.
"Is something going on, I should know about? This is children's party food. And as I recall there are no children living in this house or on the estate. The last time you made your sausage rolls was for my15th birthday, I distinctly remember you telling me that when I turned 16 I would be a man and birthday celebrations would be more refined in the dining room with my uncle and aunt and sausage rolls would be unsuitable. I was a little perturbed by this information to say the least. Of course then my palate was not used to the finer culinary delicacies I would soon encounter."
"As far as I am concerned, your grace, you are never to old for sausage rolls. They are indeed for a party. Miss Katherine is in charge, I think she is down at the outbuilding near the stables, if you would like to speak to her."
"The outbuilding? What in the world would she be doing there?"
"It's a fine place for a party, your grace."
"It is?"
"Of course, not the kind of party you are use to, your grace. But Miss Katherine said it was perfect."
"Perfect for what?" He was getting a bit frustrated, not getting any answers.
"You don't know? Why of course you were napping. You haven't heard the wonderful news."
"And that news is…"
"Jack and Janet were married this afternoon on the ride from London. They ran into Reverend Allen, he use to be the vicar in these parts. In fact, he married your mother and father and christened you for that matter. Ooh, you were such a lovely baby, your grace, I recall that day like it was yesterday. The sun was shining and your mother insisted on the party be held in the garden, and you were the center of attention sitting out on the grass, laughing and smiling."
"I am really not interested in reminiscing about my days in nappies, thank you very much, Cook. But I am a bit surprised Jack and Janet were wed. The plan was to have the wedding here sometime this week."
"Jack is such a romantic, he arranged for the license and bought her a ring in London, and the opportunity presented itself, they are hopelessly in love. Who would have thought it, the way Janet use to follow you around. Miss Katherine decided on the party. They wanted no fuss. You know Jack. But now the whole house is a buzz. Except for your uncle. He has locked himself into his study, wants no part of it. But your aunt is helping with the decorations, she will be down at the outbuilding as well."
"Really?"
"Miss Katherine, is very well organized in these matters, I believe your aunt was concerned she wouldn't be able to take charge of the household duties and plan menus, but I see that she is perfectly capable of taking charge."
"Oh, that she is, Cook."
Millard stepped into the kitchen, "Leopold, I thought I heard your voice. I hope you are not going to participate in this heathen ritual your fiancé is planning."
"Heathen ritual? Sounds interesting! I thought it was a wedding celebration."
"What is the difference?"
"I believe a huge difference, uncle. And yes, I do plan on attending; Jack and Janet are good friends. And I am sure it will be a great party."
"Mixing with the servants. You know how I feel about this, Leopold."
"I know and I choose to ignore your feelings. They are the only close friends I have ever had. I am a bit disappointed they chose not to marry on the estate."
"Good reason for that. Your aunt says they were both concerned about you and Katherine's reaction, being so close to the date your wedding would have taken place."
"Oh, for god's sake, does everyone feel that they have to tip toe around me like I was some sickly child? I am grown man and I can deal with my wedding being postponed. I am truly happy for both of them. If you will excuse me, I think I will go check out these wonderful party facilities I was unaware of. Care to join me, uncle."
"Not on your life. If you change your mind, join me in my study, we can play a game of chess."
Leopold headed down towards the stables. Right past them was a huge outbuilding once used for cattle that had been kept on the estate when his father was growing up. He entered the building and everyone on the staff was putting up festive decorations. There were hay bails situated around the perimeter. Kate was shouting out orders and then she turned to find Leopold standing behind her, "Well, this is a talent I wasn't aware you possessed."
"Leopold" she realized she had some explaining to do, "Janet and Jack.."
"I know. I got the full story from Cook. This is a lovely gesture, Kate."
"Thank-you. I wasn't sure how you would take it. Especially after the mood you were in earlier."
"You were right as always, I needed a nap. What time do the festivities begin?"
"About 7. And you are overly dressed."
He looked down at his attire. "I don't see anything wrong with my attire."
"Leopold, Jack has invited friends from the village. You will have to lose the waistcoat, go without a jacket and no tie."
He looked appalled.
"When was the last time you had anything to do with regular folk?"
"I am not positive."
She escorted him out of the building, "Come on, I will sort you out." They walked back up to the house together, her arm around his waist. "They didn't want us to know, can you believe it?"
"You are alright with this?"
"I planned it, of course I am alright."
"Kate, we can still have our wedding, tomorrow if you like."
"No, I told you what I wanted."
"I haven't forgotten."
"Good, because I am holding you to it."
Leopold knew that Kate had delved into these preparations partly to keep busy and her mind focused on other things. It was going to be a long few weeks for both of them.
Lady Jocelyn had been visiting friends in Devon for the week and when she arrived back at Westlake she realized Edgar was back from London. It was definitely time to have a word with him. She checked upstairs in his rooms and he wasn't there. Millicent was napping in her own rooms. She had noticed Charlotte out on her pony as she arrived, there was only place Edgar would be and Jocelyn went to seek him out. She opened the laundry room door, to find Nancy sitting on a table, her stockings and knickers around her ankles and Edgar straddling her. Jocelyn was in no way embarrassed. She cleared her throat and Edgar looked up, "Mother, for god's sake. What is it?"
Nancy quickly moved away from him and proceeded to pull up her knickers and stockings." You may leave us, Nancy. And I do advise you to get on with your work. "
"I was doing my work, ma'am." She smiled at Edgar and he swatted her behind as she left the room. Edgar got up and pulled up his trousers. "Now, she is a lovely girl."
"Edgar, you are disgusting."
"I learned everything I know from you, mother."
"Well, I doubt that. I have heard rumors that I find despicable. And I must put my foot down, Edgar."
"What kind of rumors? I love a good tale."
"Leopold's accident for one."
"That is old news now, mother. Devon is obviously behind."
"I was told you shot him."
Edgar laughed, "I was told that as well."
"And did you?"
"Mother, really."
"Edgar, I know what you said the night of our party. You would like him dead. And I am interceding. I have made a cunning deal with Lord Mountbatten, and I do not want you messing with our security, do you understand. Stay away from Leopold."
"How can I possibly do that? It is in my nature, I am drawn to him." He joked.
"Edgar, enough."
He looked at his mother seriously, "What is this, you are finding in your heart some affection for the man I despise and loathe. Maybe it's his resemblance to his late father and you fancy a good shag with dear sweet Leopold." She slapped him across the face. And he grinned.
"I have hit the nail on the head."
"You will listen to me. Your wife is having a child. A child neither one of us ever expected to live and now the possibilities are fairly good. I want you to be an attentive husband to her in these next couple of months when it is crucial for the baby's survival. You will stay away from Balinor and Leopold. For that matter, anything or anyone associated with that household is off limits. I don't care what you do once the child is born. But I want my grandson. I gave Lord Mountbatten my word that you would keep your end of the bargain, but I see you beginning to snap, Edgar, and what is likely to come out of your mouth when that moment happens would be the end."
"Or the beginning."
"There you are wrong. I rely on that money, Edgar."
"That is nothing, mother and you know it."
"I know nothing of the sort, I have the power in me to send you packing again, and I will do so, if you jeopardize all that I have done. I will even go as far as taking your child away from you, once it is born. And you know I have the capabilities of doing so. I don't think you want to jeopardize that. This child means everything to you, I know that."
Edgar felt a bit vulnerable, which was not an occurrence he was used to. Yes, the child was important, and he supposed he could hold off on Leopold for the time being. What was a couple of months, once he had a child-a son, things would be different. There would be more at stake, more reason to pursue what was rightfully his.
"Alright, mother, you have my word. I will stay away from Balinor and it's inhabitants for the time being. I will make sure my wife is comfortable and rested and that this baby survives."
"Those are the first sane words that have come out of your mouth in months." She gave him a hug, "You mean everything to me, you know that Edgar. That is why I have dealt with the Mountbattens in such a manner, so you would be taken care of and now the baby. We have the opportunity to make this family what it once was, Edgar. Your father would want that."
Edgar didn't say anything, but he was thinking it. His father..ha…that was a joke. But he was going to go along with his mother until after Millicent gave birth. Leopold would be given a few months to enjoy what was left of his life. Because Edgar was not going to miss next time!
The wedding celebration was well under way, and everyone was having a grand time. The music was lively and the style of dance something Leopold was not used to. Everyone was laughing, and happy. Leopold, not being able to take part sat on the side observing the festivities, and realized that the lower class knew how to have a good time. He also managed to kick back a few bottles of ale, which took away the pain, and left him numb and a bit giddy. Kate had danced with a few of the local lads and when she got a chance to dance with Jack, he pointed Leopold out to her.
"Leopold is drunk."
"He couldn't be."
"Have a look, I don't know how much he has had to drink but look at him slouching. Leopold doesn't slouch. And that smile on his face, definitely drunk."
Kate couldn't help but laugh, "You are right."
"Do you think he is alright, maybe you should go to him."
"He is fine, look at how happy he is."
"Are you fine, Kate?"
"Why do you ask?"
"The waiting."
"Jack, really, I am fine. 3 week will fly by."
"You are avoiding him. And he seems to be avoiding you."
"Well, a lot of male testosterone is raging inside that man, and I think as each day goes by, he gets a little more antsy. But he's lasted 30 years, somehow I doubt a few weeks is going to make him go over the edge."
"Marry him, tomorrow, Kate. I know you are worried about his health but I think the waiting is going to make him unbearable for the next few weeks."
"No, I can't do it. I know Leopold wants to go through with it, but I am going to be selfish this time."
"I think you are making a mistake."
"You are a man, of course that is what you would think."
"And what is that suppose to mean?" She didn't mean to upset him but obviously she had.
"Jack, I can't explain it to you. I can't explain what it was like when I met Leopold. You would never understand my world and how he has changed the way I see love and marriage." She looked over at him and found him very endearing sitting there on his own, drinking and enjoying the merriment around him. She left Jack's side and joined Leopold.
She sat down next to him and took hold of his hand, he turned to her and smile, "The dancing is marvelous, Kate. I am disappointed that I am not able to partake in such merriment. I have never seen anything quite like it. And you mastered the steps like it was second nature to you. And I remember at one time you said you couldn't dance."
She didn't say anything just looked in his eyes, "Kate, what is it?"
"Are you alright here on your own?"
"I am not on my own now, am I?" He squeezed her hand and kissed her cheek.
"This isn't upsetting you?"
"Not in the slightest. Everyone is so happy; it is amazing really considering what has been happening in the last few weeks. Jack and Janet belong together, I think it's wonderful. Of course, the ale has had some effect to my immediate thoughts, whatever they were I am not bothered at the moment."
"Will you be bothered in the morning?"
"I told you I would marry you tomorrow, if this is bothering you."
"It's not."
"Then why are we having this conversation? 3 weeks is just around the corner." He took a swig from the bottle and Kate saw something behind his eyes. He tried not to make eye contact with her, his frustration over his injury and the postponed wedding had been building up and he was determined to be strong and get through this period of waiting. He was relieved when Thomas approached them and asked Kate to dance.
"You go on. I am perfectly fine on my own. Watching you on the dance floor is a sight I do not tire of." She squeezed his hand and they smiled tenderly at each other. As she walked away from him she couldn't help but notice the strain between them. How the hell were they going to get through the next few weeks?
It was after midnight and villagers were heading home, Jack had managed to get fairly drunk and he and Leopold sat in a corner, laughing and joking. Janet stood in a corner near Kate, not to happy with the situation.
"What's wrong? You are supposed to be the happy bride."
"He is drunk! It's our wedding night, and he is drunk? And look at Leopold, he is practically legless."
Kate smiled, "Jack will be fine. As for Leopold, this has been good for him, he will sleep like a baby."
"He will fall asleep on me, Kate."
"I doubt it." She headed over to them and took the bottle from Jack's hand,
"What do you think you are doing?" Jack protested.
"You have had enough, your bride is anxiously awaiting her wedding night and would rather have you conscious, then unconscious." He saw Janet cowering behind Kate and he smiled.
"Anxious, are we?" He stood up and picked her up, "I think I am going to take my wife to bed, you will excuse us, won't you?"
"Jack, you can put me down."
"No, I am going to carry you over the threshold, I know it's not much of one, but it is tradition and I have dreamed of the day I would have you in my arms and would be doing just this."
She buried her head, in the crook of his neck. Kate found it very sweet, she looked at Leopold who was oblivious to the activity and was nearly passed out. Otis showed up beside them, "Should I take him up to bed, Miss Kate?"
She sighed, not even a good night kiss. "I guess so."
She watched Jack carry Janet out of the building; she was giggling and incredibly happy. Otis helped Leopold up, and Leopold leaned on him, Kate had never seen him drunk before and he was quite a sight. She managed to give him a kiss on the forehead, and he managed to babble something to her as they walked off, "Kate, bed…very nice." She smiled, and as they walked away from her, she felt very alone. The staff was picking up, and she gazed around the room. This would have been her wedding day. She refused to cry, and decided the best remedy for this feeling was to keep busy. She began to help clear up, with odd looks from some of the staff, but she didn't care. Somehow she would get through the next few weeks. She was determined to stay strong.
The following week, Kate dove into the running of Balinor. She helped with menus and even went into town to help with the weekly shopping. She accompanied Margaret to visit the needy, delivering hampers of food, and saw a side of England she wasn't accustomed to. She rode Guinevere everyday, but only in the paddock, since Leopold forbad everyone from leaving the close vicinity of the house. He didn't want to tempt fate. In the evening she played cards and even started to learn the piano from Millard. She missed her chats with Janet in the evening. As soon as Janet's duties were fulfilled she would go to the stables and help Jack before they retired for the night. Kate had been for a walk one evening near the stables and had heard their lovemaking; she made sure never to walk that way again. It was obvious she was trying to keep busy, trying not to think of Leopold.
And Leopold was doing the same. He was improving daily. He took naps everyday and early morning walks with Otis. He joined the family for cards in the evening, but it was strained. The sexual tension was mounting. He was afraid to be too close to Kate. There time together was always short. He locked himself away in the lab, where the finishing touches of his elevator sketches were coming along. On the 7th day of their return from London, Dr. Townsend arrived to remove the stitches. A day he had anticipated.
It was a painful experience but he had learned to deal with the pain in the last 2 weeks, and having the stitches removed meant freer use of his shoulder and arm. The sling would be gone and he could attempt to get back to some kind of normal existence.
After the doctor had finished Otis helped him put on his shirt,
"It's healing rather nicely, your grace, although I would have preferred if you would have seen a doctor in London after the stitches tore. You are extremely lucky the wound didn't get infected."
"What is the verdict on my ability to get back on a horse? Or any other physical activity."
"I wouldn't advise it quite yet, but then you have never listened to my advise before, why should you start now. The stitches may be out, but you will find the use of your shoulder limited for a while. I would use caution when attempting anything of any physical description whatsoever." The doctor looked at Otis. "He isn't the most desirable of patients, is he? Running off to London, after such an accident." Otis nodded.
"I have been good since I have been back. I have rested everyday, gotten fresh air, remained fairly idle." He argued.
"Then keep it up, and that wedding will take place before you know it. I assume that is what this is all about. Physical activity?"
Leopold was a bit embarrassed.
"Thank-you, doctor, I will consider your advise." Otis escorted him out and then turned to Leopold. Who was trying desperately to put on his riding boots, but still experiencing pain.
"What do you think you are doing, sir? Didn't you pay any attention whatsoever to what the doctor said?"
"I am going to get back on a horse. And don't you dare tell Kate. She has gone into the village with my aunt. This is our secret."
"Sir, what is the point?"
"The point is I am better. It is time I started to do normal things again."
"You can't even put your boots on by yourself, sir."
"Well, don't just don't stand there, come and help me for god's sake."
Otis did as he was told and shook his head in disbelief. There wasn't anything he could do. Leopold would do whatever he pleased.
When Leopold entered the stables, he found Jack and Janet locked in an embrace in one of the back stalls. This was a fairly common occurrence. Wherever he turned, they were there, kissing, being intimate. Which didn't help matters whatsoever. He cleared his throat.
Janet pulled away from him. Jack noticed he didn't have a splint on, "You don't waste any time do you. I just saw the doctor leave."
"Could you saddle Arthur for me, Jack."
"What, not Mordred?"
"I think I will start off with an easier ride, gradually build up my strength to handle Mordred again."
Leopold looked at Janet, "Kate isn't to know I am riding, is that perfectly clear?"
"She would be mad."
"Janet, you won't tell her."
Jack looked at her, and gave her an evil look, "She won't. I'll see to it."
"Good. I can see that married life is suiting you both." Leopold couldn't help but see the way they exchanged glances all the time. Always a twinkle in their eye. Leopold was in tuned to the gossip among staff; Jack and Janet were a very physical couple. They were known to skip meals and spend their time together, Leopold could only imagine doing what, which caused him a lot of frustration, but also gave him more incentive to get well.
Jack didn't want to talk about married life with him, whenever he did, Leopold acted funny, so he shooed Janet off so he could get Arthur saddled.
Leopold stood over him trying to make idle chit chat, "I have builders coming tomorrow to start on your house. I don't know how the two of you can bear it in such tight quarters."
"We don't need much space, really." Even a comment like that, made Leopold think about them together. Jack saw that far away look.
"So, Leopold, you are getting back on a horse, the first feet Kate is requesting before you marry, how are the others coming along?"
"I haven't fainted if that is what you are referring to. I find myself still tiring easily but it isn't quite as bad. As for taking Kate in my arms, well, I have been steering away from any physical contact with her at the moment."
Jack was surprised at his honesty, "I know this is hard for you."
"Not a great choice of words, Jack."
Jack smiled, but didn't say anything.
"I know you are laughing at me, Jack. The Duke of Albany sexually frustrated is quite humorous I have to admit."
"So what do you plan to do about it?"
"I am going to wed Kate, next week. Surely I can hold out till then."
"Leopold, that is rather soon."
"It will happen. But this is our secret. I plan on surprising Kate."
"How can you surprise, Kate? She will see you are getting better, riding."
"I am putting my arm back in a sling in her presence. Tell her there is a minor setback. She will not see me ride."
"That is cruel."
"I want her to have the perfect wedding day. And it will be. I will need your help on arranging a few things and keeping this whole event mum to her. Maybe you shouldn't tell Janet my intentions, she might inform Kate and ruin everything."
"So is this going to be the big affair your aunt wanted? Socialites from London, Royalty, the whole works?"
"No, not at all. A quiet affair, family and friends in the chapel. I have thought about this all week, and I know what would please her."
"I think you are the only thing that will please her." Jack raised his eyebrows.
"Do you think we can refrain from that topic of conversation? I am well aware it is the only thing on your mind since taking Janet for your wife."
"Are you insinuating that I married her solely for the sex?"
"You said it, I didn't it." Leopold teased.
"Leopold, you think that badly of me. I love her with all my heart."
"I know." They took Arthur out into the paddock.
"Alright, your grace, let's see if you can mount a horse on your own."
"No assistance whatsoever?"
"You want back on a horse, you do it on your own." Leopold had to use his left shoulder muscles to pull himself up on to Arthur's back, and Jack watched apprehensively as he struggled. He was determined, but all Jack could see was the pain in his face and wondered if he was indeed rushing this. But somehow, he did it.
"Voila!" Leopold looked proud of himself, and Jack shook his head.
"You have a long way to go, my friend."
"Have some confidence in me, Jack."
"Believe me, I want to."
Leopold took the reins in his hands and gave Arthur a kick, he galloped around the paddock. Typical Leopold, when he should've started out walking. Jack just shook his head. He seemed to be fairing all right. Jack had to hand it to him he was one determined man. After a few times around the ring, he rode over to the fence where Jack was leaning against it.
"Not bad, under the circumstances. So when are you going to do this secret riding?"
"Early. Kate is never awake before 9 and I can get in extra practice when she goes into the village with my aunt."
"How is the pain?"
"Minimal. Really, this feels invigorating."
"Well, it seems that Balinor will have it's wedding this weekend and the Duke will take his Duchess."
"So you believe it's plausible?"
"Why are you asking me, Leopold? If you want something, you normally get it."
"This is a different matter."
"It's plausible. You are doing the right thing, in my opinion."
"I value your opinion."
"Then it is my opinion you have probably had enough for today."
"I am just getting started." Leopold complained.
"I'll give you 10 minutes."
"Since when do I answer to you?"
"Since you value my opinion and you don't want me to tell Kate."
"Blackmail."
"Precisely, your grace." Jack smiled.
Leopold gave him a sneer and turned Arthur towards the center of the ring. As he rode he felt the confidence coming back. Things were looking up and there would be a wedding at Balinor! Leopold smiled, gave Arthur a pat and continued his ride.
As they got out of the carriage, Mrs. Collins approached him, "You had us all extremely worried, your grace, after sneaking out of the house the other morning. You were in no condition for that long journey into London on horseback and Jack should have never allowed it."
"I think I know my own limitations, Mrs. Collins, so if you kindly would mind your own business next time. As you can see, I am perfectly fine."
Kate was amazed at the sharp tone in his voice and turned to Mrs. Collins, "He is extremely tired and irritable."
"Speak for yourself, Kate. I am not tired and not irritable."
"Fine. If you will excuse me, I think I will take a nice hot bath. I will see you later when you are hopefully in better spirits." She said sarcastically.
She headed up the stairs and he followed her, "Kate, wait."
She was at the top of the stairs and Leopold looked down at his staff glaring up at them, "And what are all of you staring at. Don't you have anything better to do."
They scurried off in different directions.
She glared at him, "You need to learn how to control that temper. There was no reason to talk to Mrs. Collins that way. I realize the journey was long and probably you were in a lot of discomfort, but that is no excuse."
"You're scolding me."
"Yes, I am. Now go to your room and take a nap, so that maybe we can have a decent evening together. Last night was wonderful, Leopold. I know how this injury is frustrating you but we have to live with it, try and make the best of things." She brushed her hand across his cheek, and smiled at him. "Nobody likes you when you are in a foul mood." He tried to smile, "That's a bit better."
All of a sudden Janet came up the stairs, she was all smiles and Kate gave her a questioning look.
"The ride from London must have been pleasant, you are beaming from ear to ear."
Leopold turned to look at her, and immediately Janet knew he was in a bad mood. She thought about Mordred and knew he couldn't be told about that. And she so desperately wanted to tell them about their wedding. She held her hands together and Kate noticed the way she seemed to be playing with something in her hands.
"I will get your bath ready. We can talk later."
"You can speak in front of me, Janet."
"I'd rather not, excuse me, I have a lot to do."
Leopold watched her leave, "What is with her?"
"Like I said, no one likes you when you are in a foul mood."
"I didn't even say anything."
"You didn't have to, it's written all over your face. Will you please go take a nap?"
"I hate naps."
"I know. Leopold, you are being so difficult. You are home now, you can relax."
"I can't."
Otis came up the stairs holding a brandy, "Your grace, I have brought you a brandy, I thought it might relax you."
Kate smiled, "Good job, Otis. Get him sloshed. It would be good for him. Excuse me; I am off to take my bath. I will see you later and you will be smiling." She traced her finger across his lips. Then she went into her bedroom.
When she entered her bedroom, Janet had already started her bath and Meg and Molly had been bringing hot water to fill the tub. Janet was humming to herself as she began unpacking Kate's trunk.
"Are you going to tell me all about today?"
"Not much to tell." She was dying inside and Kate could tell.
"What is going on?"
She couldn't keep it in she held out her hand and Kate saw the ring.
"My god, Janet, you didn't? You and Jack.."
"It just happened. I mean, I think Jack had an idea about it happening. He got the license in London and he had the ring, and we were at this beautiful little village with a lovely church and the same vicar who married Leopold's parents. He was ever so charming, and he married us. And that's it. I am his wife now."
"But it's your wedding day, you shouldn't be working."
"Oh, that's alright. Jack is extremely busy. He has to catch up on the grooming and mucking out the stalls. There is a lot to be done."
"I won't have that. It is your wedding day. And tonight you are going to have a party."
"No, Kate, really, not with Leopold in the mood he is in."
"Stuff, Leopold."
"I beg your pardon."
"Have you even told your mother?"
"Not yet. Jack didn't want to make a fuss."
"And what were you going to do about your sleeping arrangements this evening? She was bound to notice you missing from your room."
"Well..I was going to sneak out."
"There is no reason for you to be sneaking anywhere. Jack is your husband, and the two of you will be together, and the staff is going to be informed. In fact, I think I should take care of it now, before I take my bath."
"Kate, really, please, I think Jack won't be pleased."
"I will talk to Jack." Kate left the room and Janet followed behind her. The whole time talking,
"But Kate, there is no need to make a fuss. We don't need a party, we don't need anything except each other."
"I know what you are doing, Janet. You think I am going to fall apart because it was supposed to be my wedding day tomorrow, but I am not. Your wedding should be celebrated with your family and friends. Don't worry about me."
"And Leopold?"
"He is the least of your worries. He's a bit of a grump today. And I assure you it has nothing to do with you and Jack. I don't know how I am going to put up with him for the next month. He can't stand that he is out of commission for awhile and he can be such a big baby."
"Is it Edgar?"
"I won't have that name mentioned around here. I really am adamant about that, Janet."
"He won't be able to forget about all that has gone on, Kate."
"I know that."
"We think Edgar tried to poison Mordred. I didn't want to say anything in front of Leopold."
Kate turned to her in disbelief. "When did this happen? Is Mordred alright?"
"Mordred is fine. It happened while we were being married. It shook Jack up quite a bit. He wanted to run after the culprit and slit his throat. You know how Jack is about the horses."
"How do you know it was Edgar?"
"We don't know. Someone paid a little boy 6 pence to feed him, the bag of grain was poisoned. All the little boy said was he was shorter than Jack and he smiled a lot."
"Edgar smiles a lot."
"Precisely."
"I can't believe he would harm Mordred."
"Jack said Mordred is like flesh and blood to Leopold, Edgar is going to go through everyone and everything that is dear to Leopold."
"Janet stop talking rubbish."
"Millicent, myself, Mordred…Leopold has every reason to believe you are next, or possibly his aunt and uncle, Otis."
"Enough, I don't want to talk about it anymore. And I don't want you to say anything to Leopold. I don't want to hear Edgar's name mentioned in this house again."
She continued walking out to the stables, Janet on her heels.
Jack was in the fenced in yard exercising Arthur, a beautiful dappled gray stallion.
Jack smiled at both of them as they leaned up against the fence, and trotted over to them. "I take it Janet has told you."
"Yes. I am a bit disappointed in you both. I was looking forward to your wedding."
"We thought it was for the best. No fuss."
"Well, I am going to make a fuss. But Janet said you would be mad, so I am consulting you before I go to Cook and tell her to prepare for a wedding celebration dinner."
"That won't be necessary."
"This is your wedding day, Jack. And maybe you don't want the fuss, but maybe your wife would like some."
He looked over at Janet, "We have talked about this. She is not bothered."
"She is saying that to please you, am I right, Janet?"
"I want the same things Jack wants."
Jack smiled at her.
"That is all very sweet but I don't believe it for a second. Tell him what you really want."
Janet was hesitant, "I wouldn't mind a party, just a small one, and a cake. I always thought a wedding had to have a cake. And music. I would like my husband to dance me around the room. And a nice dress to wear."
Jack glared at her, "If you wanted all those things, why didn't you say so?"
"I really only want you, but those things are nice. But they are just things. Now you are cross with me. Kate, this is your fault."
"I don't want anyone to be cross, I just want to give you a party. Let me do it."
"If she wants it, that is fine by me. I wouldn't mind a little party myself. I wasn't so sure it was a good idea, with Leopold being so out of sorts."
"You know, Leopold has to face the fact that he is an invalid and it is going to take time for his shoulder to heal and he has to start dealing with it. This party is a good thing. First thing, you both need to tell Janet's mother. Then I will start arranging the party. And I am sure I have a dress you could wear, Janet."
"Really?"
"Of course. We are about the same size. Music? Mum. Millard and Leopold play the piano, but that won't do."
"There is a lad in town, he and his brother play the fiddle. I am sure I could arrange for them to play." Jack pitched in.
"Perfect. And while you are at it, invite some of the locals. I am sure you have a few friends in the village. The more the merrier." Kate was glad to have something to do. Anything to get her mind of Edgar. After Janet told her about Mordred she had felt a chill up her spine. Who was next?
Once Mrs. Collins was told and thrilled to say the least, that her daughter was finally happy, preparations for the evening began, much to Millard's dismay. He shut himself off in his study, thinking the whole idea was ludicrous. Leopold had been persuaded to take a nap by Otis and knew nothing of the festivities going on under his roof. Jack had ridden into town and managed to get the McClaren brothers to play and invited a lot of the local lads to the party. Cook was busy in the kitchen preparing a buffet style supper and Mrs. Collins and the girls were decorating one of the unused outbuildings near the stables (similar to a barn). While Kate helped Janet pick out a dress.
When Leopold awoke, he went downstairs and found the house quiet. He entered the kitchen and saw Cook and her crew frantically baking and trays of sandwiches and sausage rolls, he picked one up put it in his mouth and Cook quickly slapped his hand as he tried to take another, just like when he was a child.
"Is something going on, I should know about? This is children's party food. And as I recall there are no children living in this house or on the estate. The last time you made your sausage rolls was for my15th birthday, I distinctly remember you telling me that when I turned 16 I would be a man and birthday celebrations would be more refined in the dining room with my uncle and aunt and sausage rolls would be unsuitable. I was a little perturbed by this information to say the least. Of course then my palate was not used to the finer culinary delicacies I would soon encounter."
"As far as I am concerned, your grace, you are never to old for sausage rolls. They are indeed for a party. Miss Katherine is in charge, I think she is down at the outbuilding near the stables, if you would like to speak to her."
"The outbuilding? What in the world would she be doing there?"
"It's a fine place for a party, your grace."
"It is?"
"Of course, not the kind of party you are use to, your grace. But Miss Katherine said it was perfect."
"Perfect for what?" He was getting a bit frustrated, not getting any answers.
"You don't know? Why of course you were napping. You haven't heard the wonderful news."
"And that news is…"
"Jack and Janet were married this afternoon on the ride from London. They ran into Reverend Allen, he use to be the vicar in these parts. In fact, he married your mother and father and christened you for that matter. Ooh, you were such a lovely baby, your grace, I recall that day like it was yesterday. The sun was shining and your mother insisted on the party be held in the garden, and you were the center of attention sitting out on the grass, laughing and smiling."
"I am really not interested in reminiscing about my days in nappies, thank you very much, Cook. But I am a bit surprised Jack and Janet were wed. The plan was to have the wedding here sometime this week."
"Jack is such a romantic, he arranged for the license and bought her a ring in London, and the opportunity presented itself, they are hopelessly in love. Who would have thought it, the way Janet use to follow you around. Miss Katherine decided on the party. They wanted no fuss. You know Jack. But now the whole house is a buzz. Except for your uncle. He has locked himself into his study, wants no part of it. But your aunt is helping with the decorations, she will be down at the outbuilding as well."
"Really?"
"Miss Katherine, is very well organized in these matters, I believe your aunt was concerned she wouldn't be able to take charge of the household duties and plan menus, but I see that she is perfectly capable of taking charge."
"Oh, that she is, Cook."
Millard stepped into the kitchen, "Leopold, I thought I heard your voice. I hope you are not going to participate in this heathen ritual your fiancé is planning."
"Heathen ritual? Sounds interesting! I thought it was a wedding celebration."
"What is the difference?"
"I believe a huge difference, uncle. And yes, I do plan on attending; Jack and Janet are good friends. And I am sure it will be a great party."
"Mixing with the servants. You know how I feel about this, Leopold."
"I know and I choose to ignore your feelings. They are the only close friends I have ever had. I am a bit disappointed they chose not to marry on the estate."
"Good reason for that. Your aunt says they were both concerned about you and Katherine's reaction, being so close to the date your wedding would have taken place."
"Oh, for god's sake, does everyone feel that they have to tip toe around me like I was some sickly child? I am grown man and I can deal with my wedding being postponed. I am truly happy for both of them. If you will excuse me, I think I will go check out these wonderful party facilities I was unaware of. Care to join me, uncle."
"Not on your life. If you change your mind, join me in my study, we can play a game of chess."
Leopold headed down towards the stables. Right past them was a huge outbuilding once used for cattle that had been kept on the estate when his father was growing up. He entered the building and everyone on the staff was putting up festive decorations. There were hay bails situated around the perimeter. Kate was shouting out orders and then she turned to find Leopold standing behind her, "Well, this is a talent I wasn't aware you possessed."
"Leopold" she realized she had some explaining to do, "Janet and Jack.."
"I know. I got the full story from Cook. This is a lovely gesture, Kate."
"Thank-you. I wasn't sure how you would take it. Especially after the mood you were in earlier."
"You were right as always, I needed a nap. What time do the festivities begin?"
"About 7. And you are overly dressed."
He looked down at his attire. "I don't see anything wrong with my attire."
"Leopold, Jack has invited friends from the village. You will have to lose the waistcoat, go without a jacket and no tie."
He looked appalled.
"When was the last time you had anything to do with regular folk?"
"I am not positive."
She escorted him out of the building, "Come on, I will sort you out." They walked back up to the house together, her arm around his waist. "They didn't want us to know, can you believe it?"
"You are alright with this?"
"I planned it, of course I am alright."
"Kate, we can still have our wedding, tomorrow if you like."
"No, I told you what I wanted."
"I haven't forgotten."
"Good, because I am holding you to it."
Leopold knew that Kate had delved into these preparations partly to keep busy and her mind focused on other things. It was going to be a long few weeks for both of them.
Lady Jocelyn had been visiting friends in Devon for the week and when she arrived back at Westlake she realized Edgar was back from London. It was definitely time to have a word with him. She checked upstairs in his rooms and he wasn't there. Millicent was napping in her own rooms. She had noticed Charlotte out on her pony as she arrived, there was only place Edgar would be and Jocelyn went to seek him out. She opened the laundry room door, to find Nancy sitting on a table, her stockings and knickers around her ankles and Edgar straddling her. Jocelyn was in no way embarrassed. She cleared her throat and Edgar looked up, "Mother, for god's sake. What is it?"
Nancy quickly moved away from him and proceeded to pull up her knickers and stockings." You may leave us, Nancy. And I do advise you to get on with your work. "
"I was doing my work, ma'am." She smiled at Edgar and he swatted her behind as she left the room. Edgar got up and pulled up his trousers. "Now, she is a lovely girl."
"Edgar, you are disgusting."
"I learned everything I know from you, mother."
"Well, I doubt that. I have heard rumors that I find despicable. And I must put my foot down, Edgar."
"What kind of rumors? I love a good tale."
"Leopold's accident for one."
"That is old news now, mother. Devon is obviously behind."
"I was told you shot him."
Edgar laughed, "I was told that as well."
"And did you?"
"Mother, really."
"Edgar, I know what you said the night of our party. You would like him dead. And I am interceding. I have made a cunning deal with Lord Mountbatten, and I do not want you messing with our security, do you understand. Stay away from Leopold."
"How can I possibly do that? It is in my nature, I am drawn to him." He joked.
"Edgar, enough."
He looked at his mother seriously, "What is this, you are finding in your heart some affection for the man I despise and loathe. Maybe it's his resemblance to his late father and you fancy a good shag with dear sweet Leopold." She slapped him across the face. And he grinned.
"I have hit the nail on the head."
"You will listen to me. Your wife is having a child. A child neither one of us ever expected to live and now the possibilities are fairly good. I want you to be an attentive husband to her in these next couple of months when it is crucial for the baby's survival. You will stay away from Balinor and Leopold. For that matter, anything or anyone associated with that household is off limits. I don't care what you do once the child is born. But I want my grandson. I gave Lord Mountbatten my word that you would keep your end of the bargain, but I see you beginning to snap, Edgar, and what is likely to come out of your mouth when that moment happens would be the end."
"Or the beginning."
"There you are wrong. I rely on that money, Edgar."
"That is nothing, mother and you know it."
"I know nothing of the sort, I have the power in me to send you packing again, and I will do so, if you jeopardize all that I have done. I will even go as far as taking your child away from you, once it is born. And you know I have the capabilities of doing so. I don't think you want to jeopardize that. This child means everything to you, I know that."
Edgar felt a bit vulnerable, which was not an occurrence he was used to. Yes, the child was important, and he supposed he could hold off on Leopold for the time being. What was a couple of months, once he had a child-a son, things would be different. There would be more at stake, more reason to pursue what was rightfully his.
"Alright, mother, you have my word. I will stay away from Balinor and it's inhabitants for the time being. I will make sure my wife is comfortable and rested and that this baby survives."
"Those are the first sane words that have come out of your mouth in months." She gave him a hug, "You mean everything to me, you know that Edgar. That is why I have dealt with the Mountbattens in such a manner, so you would be taken care of and now the baby. We have the opportunity to make this family what it once was, Edgar. Your father would want that."
Edgar didn't say anything, but he was thinking it. His father..ha…that was a joke. But he was going to go along with his mother until after Millicent gave birth. Leopold would be given a few months to enjoy what was left of his life. Because Edgar was not going to miss next time!
The wedding celebration was well under way, and everyone was having a grand time. The music was lively and the style of dance something Leopold was not used to. Everyone was laughing, and happy. Leopold, not being able to take part sat on the side observing the festivities, and realized that the lower class knew how to have a good time. He also managed to kick back a few bottles of ale, which took away the pain, and left him numb and a bit giddy. Kate had danced with a few of the local lads and when she got a chance to dance with Jack, he pointed Leopold out to her.
"Leopold is drunk."
"He couldn't be."
"Have a look, I don't know how much he has had to drink but look at him slouching. Leopold doesn't slouch. And that smile on his face, definitely drunk."
Kate couldn't help but laugh, "You are right."
"Do you think he is alright, maybe you should go to him."
"He is fine, look at how happy he is."
"Are you fine, Kate?"
"Why do you ask?"
"The waiting."
"Jack, really, I am fine. 3 week will fly by."
"You are avoiding him. And he seems to be avoiding you."
"Well, a lot of male testosterone is raging inside that man, and I think as each day goes by, he gets a little more antsy. But he's lasted 30 years, somehow I doubt a few weeks is going to make him go over the edge."
"Marry him, tomorrow, Kate. I know you are worried about his health but I think the waiting is going to make him unbearable for the next few weeks."
"No, I can't do it. I know Leopold wants to go through with it, but I am going to be selfish this time."
"I think you are making a mistake."
"You are a man, of course that is what you would think."
"And what is that suppose to mean?" She didn't mean to upset him but obviously she had.
"Jack, I can't explain it to you. I can't explain what it was like when I met Leopold. You would never understand my world and how he has changed the way I see love and marriage." She looked over at him and found him very endearing sitting there on his own, drinking and enjoying the merriment around him. She left Jack's side and joined Leopold.
She sat down next to him and took hold of his hand, he turned to her and smile, "The dancing is marvelous, Kate. I am disappointed that I am not able to partake in such merriment. I have never seen anything quite like it. And you mastered the steps like it was second nature to you. And I remember at one time you said you couldn't dance."
She didn't say anything just looked in his eyes, "Kate, what is it?"
"Are you alright here on your own?"
"I am not on my own now, am I?" He squeezed her hand and kissed her cheek.
"This isn't upsetting you?"
"Not in the slightest. Everyone is so happy; it is amazing really considering what has been happening in the last few weeks. Jack and Janet belong together, I think it's wonderful. Of course, the ale has had some effect to my immediate thoughts, whatever they were I am not bothered at the moment."
"Will you be bothered in the morning?"
"I told you I would marry you tomorrow, if this is bothering you."
"It's not."
"Then why are we having this conversation? 3 weeks is just around the corner." He took a swig from the bottle and Kate saw something behind his eyes. He tried not to make eye contact with her, his frustration over his injury and the postponed wedding had been building up and he was determined to be strong and get through this period of waiting. He was relieved when Thomas approached them and asked Kate to dance.
"You go on. I am perfectly fine on my own. Watching you on the dance floor is a sight I do not tire of." She squeezed his hand and they smiled tenderly at each other. As she walked away from him she couldn't help but notice the strain between them. How the hell were they going to get through the next few weeks?
It was after midnight and villagers were heading home, Jack had managed to get fairly drunk and he and Leopold sat in a corner, laughing and joking. Janet stood in a corner near Kate, not to happy with the situation.
"What's wrong? You are supposed to be the happy bride."
"He is drunk! It's our wedding night, and he is drunk? And look at Leopold, he is practically legless."
Kate smiled, "Jack will be fine. As for Leopold, this has been good for him, he will sleep like a baby."
"He will fall asleep on me, Kate."
"I doubt it." She headed over to them and took the bottle from Jack's hand,
"What do you think you are doing?" Jack protested.
"You have had enough, your bride is anxiously awaiting her wedding night and would rather have you conscious, then unconscious." He saw Janet cowering behind Kate and he smiled.
"Anxious, are we?" He stood up and picked her up, "I think I am going to take my wife to bed, you will excuse us, won't you?"
"Jack, you can put me down."
"No, I am going to carry you over the threshold, I know it's not much of one, but it is tradition and I have dreamed of the day I would have you in my arms and would be doing just this."
She buried her head, in the crook of his neck. Kate found it very sweet, she looked at Leopold who was oblivious to the activity and was nearly passed out. Otis showed up beside them, "Should I take him up to bed, Miss Kate?"
She sighed, not even a good night kiss. "I guess so."
She watched Jack carry Janet out of the building; she was giggling and incredibly happy. Otis helped Leopold up, and Leopold leaned on him, Kate had never seen him drunk before and he was quite a sight. She managed to give him a kiss on the forehead, and he managed to babble something to her as they walked off, "Kate, bed…very nice." She smiled, and as they walked away from her, she felt very alone. The staff was picking up, and she gazed around the room. This would have been her wedding day. She refused to cry, and decided the best remedy for this feeling was to keep busy. She began to help clear up, with odd looks from some of the staff, but she didn't care. Somehow she would get through the next few weeks. She was determined to stay strong.
The following week, Kate dove into the running of Balinor. She helped with menus and even went into town to help with the weekly shopping. She accompanied Margaret to visit the needy, delivering hampers of food, and saw a side of England she wasn't accustomed to. She rode Guinevere everyday, but only in the paddock, since Leopold forbad everyone from leaving the close vicinity of the house. He didn't want to tempt fate. In the evening she played cards and even started to learn the piano from Millard. She missed her chats with Janet in the evening. As soon as Janet's duties were fulfilled she would go to the stables and help Jack before they retired for the night. Kate had been for a walk one evening near the stables and had heard their lovemaking; she made sure never to walk that way again. It was obvious she was trying to keep busy, trying not to think of Leopold.
And Leopold was doing the same. He was improving daily. He took naps everyday and early morning walks with Otis. He joined the family for cards in the evening, but it was strained. The sexual tension was mounting. He was afraid to be too close to Kate. There time together was always short. He locked himself away in the lab, where the finishing touches of his elevator sketches were coming along. On the 7th day of their return from London, Dr. Townsend arrived to remove the stitches. A day he had anticipated.
It was a painful experience but he had learned to deal with the pain in the last 2 weeks, and having the stitches removed meant freer use of his shoulder and arm. The sling would be gone and he could attempt to get back to some kind of normal existence.
After the doctor had finished Otis helped him put on his shirt,
"It's healing rather nicely, your grace, although I would have preferred if you would have seen a doctor in London after the stitches tore. You are extremely lucky the wound didn't get infected."
"What is the verdict on my ability to get back on a horse? Or any other physical activity."
"I wouldn't advise it quite yet, but then you have never listened to my advise before, why should you start now. The stitches may be out, but you will find the use of your shoulder limited for a while. I would use caution when attempting anything of any physical description whatsoever." The doctor looked at Otis. "He isn't the most desirable of patients, is he? Running off to London, after such an accident." Otis nodded.
"I have been good since I have been back. I have rested everyday, gotten fresh air, remained fairly idle." He argued.
"Then keep it up, and that wedding will take place before you know it. I assume that is what this is all about. Physical activity?"
Leopold was a bit embarrassed.
"Thank-you, doctor, I will consider your advise." Otis escorted him out and then turned to Leopold. Who was trying desperately to put on his riding boots, but still experiencing pain.
"What do you think you are doing, sir? Didn't you pay any attention whatsoever to what the doctor said?"
"I am going to get back on a horse. And don't you dare tell Kate. She has gone into the village with my aunt. This is our secret."
"Sir, what is the point?"
"The point is I am better. It is time I started to do normal things again."
"You can't even put your boots on by yourself, sir."
"Well, don't just don't stand there, come and help me for god's sake."
Otis did as he was told and shook his head in disbelief. There wasn't anything he could do. Leopold would do whatever he pleased.
When Leopold entered the stables, he found Jack and Janet locked in an embrace in one of the back stalls. This was a fairly common occurrence. Wherever he turned, they were there, kissing, being intimate. Which didn't help matters whatsoever. He cleared his throat.
Janet pulled away from him. Jack noticed he didn't have a splint on, "You don't waste any time do you. I just saw the doctor leave."
"Could you saddle Arthur for me, Jack."
"What, not Mordred?"
"I think I will start off with an easier ride, gradually build up my strength to handle Mordred again."
Leopold looked at Janet, "Kate isn't to know I am riding, is that perfectly clear?"
"She would be mad."
"Janet, you won't tell her."
Jack looked at her, and gave her an evil look, "She won't. I'll see to it."
"Good. I can see that married life is suiting you both." Leopold couldn't help but see the way they exchanged glances all the time. Always a twinkle in their eye. Leopold was in tuned to the gossip among staff; Jack and Janet were a very physical couple. They were known to skip meals and spend their time together, Leopold could only imagine doing what, which caused him a lot of frustration, but also gave him more incentive to get well.
Jack didn't want to talk about married life with him, whenever he did, Leopold acted funny, so he shooed Janet off so he could get Arthur saddled.
Leopold stood over him trying to make idle chit chat, "I have builders coming tomorrow to start on your house. I don't know how the two of you can bear it in such tight quarters."
"We don't need much space, really." Even a comment like that, made Leopold think about them together. Jack saw that far away look.
"So, Leopold, you are getting back on a horse, the first feet Kate is requesting before you marry, how are the others coming along?"
"I haven't fainted if that is what you are referring to. I find myself still tiring easily but it isn't quite as bad. As for taking Kate in my arms, well, I have been steering away from any physical contact with her at the moment."
Jack was surprised at his honesty, "I know this is hard for you."
"Not a great choice of words, Jack."
Jack smiled, but didn't say anything.
"I know you are laughing at me, Jack. The Duke of Albany sexually frustrated is quite humorous I have to admit."
"So what do you plan to do about it?"
"I am going to wed Kate, next week. Surely I can hold out till then."
"Leopold, that is rather soon."
"It will happen. But this is our secret. I plan on surprising Kate."
"How can you surprise, Kate? She will see you are getting better, riding."
"I am putting my arm back in a sling in her presence. Tell her there is a minor setback. She will not see me ride."
"That is cruel."
"I want her to have the perfect wedding day. And it will be. I will need your help on arranging a few things and keeping this whole event mum to her. Maybe you shouldn't tell Janet my intentions, she might inform Kate and ruin everything."
"So is this going to be the big affair your aunt wanted? Socialites from London, Royalty, the whole works?"
"No, not at all. A quiet affair, family and friends in the chapel. I have thought about this all week, and I know what would please her."
"I think you are the only thing that will please her." Jack raised his eyebrows.
"Do you think we can refrain from that topic of conversation? I am well aware it is the only thing on your mind since taking Janet for your wife."
"Are you insinuating that I married her solely for the sex?"
"You said it, I didn't it." Leopold teased.
"Leopold, you think that badly of me. I love her with all my heart."
"I know." They took Arthur out into the paddock.
"Alright, your grace, let's see if you can mount a horse on your own."
"No assistance whatsoever?"
"You want back on a horse, you do it on your own." Leopold had to use his left shoulder muscles to pull himself up on to Arthur's back, and Jack watched apprehensively as he struggled. He was determined, but all Jack could see was the pain in his face and wondered if he was indeed rushing this. But somehow, he did it.
"Voila!" Leopold looked proud of himself, and Jack shook his head.
"You have a long way to go, my friend."
"Have some confidence in me, Jack."
"Believe me, I want to."
Leopold took the reins in his hands and gave Arthur a kick, he galloped around the paddock. Typical Leopold, when he should've started out walking. Jack just shook his head. He seemed to be fairing all right. Jack had to hand it to him he was one determined man. After a few times around the ring, he rode over to the fence where Jack was leaning against it.
"Not bad, under the circumstances. So when are you going to do this secret riding?"
"Early. Kate is never awake before 9 and I can get in extra practice when she goes into the village with my aunt."
"How is the pain?"
"Minimal. Really, this feels invigorating."
"Well, it seems that Balinor will have it's wedding this weekend and the Duke will take his Duchess."
"So you believe it's plausible?"
"Why are you asking me, Leopold? If you want something, you normally get it."
"This is a different matter."
"It's plausible. You are doing the right thing, in my opinion."
"I value your opinion."
"Then it is my opinion you have probably had enough for today."
"I am just getting started." Leopold complained.
"I'll give you 10 minutes."
"Since when do I answer to you?"
"Since you value my opinion and you don't want me to tell Kate."
"Blackmail."
"Precisely, your grace." Jack smiled.
Leopold gave him a sneer and turned Arthur towards the center of the ring. As he rode he felt the confidence coming back. Things were looking up and there would be a wedding at Balinor! Leopold smiled, gave Arthur a pat and continued his ride.
