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Chapter 12

Posted on Thursday, 13 May 2004

It had been nearly two hours since they had seen the Regalia round the bend and disappear into port, and although Horatio had every confidence that they would be reached in time, Fitzwilliam insisted that they scout out some higher ground or rocky ledge on which to wait out the next rise in tide, should that be necessary. Having been successful in their quest, they had returned to the very spot where they had been sighted and settled themselves back on the now warm rocks to wait.

Horatio closed his eyes and thought of Georgiana, anxious about the effect this harrowing experience would have on her psyche. Would she come to realize that being a seaman’s wife was more than she could tolerate or would she be so relieved to have him back that she would press for a short engagement? Both these possibilities troubled him, one more than the other, of course, but he was not prepared to make her his wife until he knew what direction his life would take. He could not simply marry into a wealthy family and allow them to support him. More to the point, he couldn’t bear the thought of approaching Darcy for her hand without the ability to support her. It was unthinkable!

“Oh, Georgie,” he mumbled to himself, picturing her large, expressive eyes and sweet smile.

“Horatio!” came the faintest, yet most determined reply.

“I love you, Georgiana,” he thought, shielding his eyes from the sun with his forearm. He listened intently for the magical sound of her voice in his mind.

“Horatio, Fitzwilliam!” came the barely audible sounds of their names. They both bolted upright and on their feet in an instant, searched the sea for the elusive sound. When it returned, their ears caught its direction and they turned towards the rocky cliffs, straining to find its source. And there they were on the cliff edge! They were quite a ways down, but clearly visible, jumping and waving and shouting for them!

Horatio reached out for Fitzwilliam’s arm and placing it round his shoulder said, “Come, lean on me. We’ll make better time.” They were hobbling like men in a three-legged race over the rocks when they suddenly saw men emerging from a crevice between the cliffs. They recognized two of their crew, while the others were uniformed soldiers of some kind. As soon as they reached them, the soldiers carried them aloft, despite their protests, and ran with them through the cave opening and up a steep flight of steps that had been etched out of the stone.

They emerged from the darkness to see the faces of Georgiana and Elizabeth, stained with tears and drawn in fear of what they might yet behold. Fitzwilliam, who was not one to publicly demonstrate affection, threw an arm around each of them, drawing them to him, and kissed the cheeks of one and then the other again and again, professing his love for them both. He stopped abruptly to look at Horatio, standing there patiently – the picture of restraint, and giving him a grateful smile, let go of his sister. He turned to Elizabeth, and forcefully taking her head in his hands, kissed her with all the intensive ardor that this frightful experience had produced, moving from her mouth to her cheeks… to her eyes...back to her mouth again – hungrily passing his lips over every inch of her exposed skin, inhaling and savoring the essence of her sweetness. Finally exhausted, he settled his face in the crook of her neck, allowing her to hold him there, caressing his head and whispering those words he had feared he might never again hear.

Horatio had never felt such envy before, but being yet unmarried, and not even officially betrothed, he had no right to give in to such desires. He would not have the crew snickering over Georgiana, and therefore only took both her hands in his and kissed them again and again. They looked at each other longingly, but were genuinely content in the knowledge that they had been blessed with a second chance at a life together. Georgiana smiled through her tears as Horatio pressed her hands, his eyes reassuring her of his love.

The four horses hitched to an elegant carriage displaying the royal seal neighed and snorted impatiently, thus gaining Fitzwilliam’s attention, and he straightened, suddenly becoming cognizant of his surroundings. “Come, let us go, my love. You must be beyond exhaustion.”

The couples stepped into the carriage, whose plush velvet seats had been covered with heavy absorbent fabric, and settled into them, thankful for the comfort and privacy. Too tired and emotional for conversation, they rode in silence, staring into the faces of those they loved, and readjusting to the reality of being together again.

Upon their arrival at the hotel, they were greeted by an emissary of King Fredrik – a Mr. Kroneborg, who expressed his Majesty’s relief at their recovery and his appreciation for all they had done to rescue his cousin and his crew. Mr. Kroneborg graciously informed them that it was King Fredrik’s genuine desire to be of service to them during the course of their stay in Denmark, and to make their holiday as enjoyable as possible. His Majesty’s carriages would be at their disposal for the duration of their visit and as soon as they had rested and felt up to making plans, he sincerely wished to meet them.

“Please allow me to introduce, Dr. Bruhn, his Majesty’s own personal physician,” said Mr. Kroneborg, turning to the gentleman standing beside him. They all nodded, bowed and curtsied respectfully, and Mr. Kroneborg continued. “If you would permit Dr. Bruhn to examine you, gentlemen, he will then be able to assure King Fredrik that your health and comfort have been attended to. If you would be so good as to follow me, I will show you to your rooms.”

Extending his arm to in the direction of the stairs, he was about to escort them to their suites, when Anne came hurrying down to embrace them. “Thank G-d you are safe,” she cried, as she hugged Horatio to her and then pressed Fitzwilliam’s hand affectionately. “Frederick is seeing to the unloading of the silks or he would have been here to meet you, of course, and Alice and I have seen to the unpacking of your trunks. I cannot tell you how relieved I am that you are well! Obviously you have already met Mr. Kroneborg and Dr. Bruhn.”

“Yes,” said Elizabeth, “Mr. Kroneborg was just about to take us upstairs.”

“Yes, by I all means, I did not mean to delay you,” said Anne, “I just needed to see you with my own eyes.”

As the party began to move up the stairs, she turned to Horatio, slipped her arm through his and pulled him off to the side, saying rather softly, “Your captain has sent me with very specific orders to have you seen by a physician, as well as bathed and fed before sending you to the inn to sleep. And you are not to think about work for the next few days; Mr. Higgins has taken over your duties.”

“But I can bathe and get a bite to eat at the inn, Anne. Besides, I don’t have a change of clothes,” came his reply.

“That has already been taken care of. Mr. Higgins brought over some of your things and for today at least, we want you to have a nice long soak in a private bath. You’d be waiting for hours for your turn at the inn! Now you must follow the captain’s orders and allow me to spoil you a little.” And with that said, she led him up the stairs after the others.

Georgiana had slowed her steps a bit and now turned back to give him a loving glance. How she wished he could have a room here, where she could perhaps see him a few times a day! But she knew there was no hope in that. She would simply have to take advantage of any and every opportunity that presented itself, and this was certainly one of them. She waited for him on the top landing.

“I shall freshen up as well, Mr. Hornblower,” she said hesitantly, peering at him through lowered lashes. “But I hope I shall be able to see you before you leave for your own accommodations. I am anxious to know the doctor’s assessment of your health.”

“I promise you that I shall not leave without giving you a full report, Madam,” he said, giving her the cheekiest grin and a little mock bow.

Satisfied, she smiled at Anne and hastened to catch up with the others.

Having removed the thinner and more deeply imbedded splinters from Darcy’s calf and bandaging it, Dr. Bruhn pronounced him to be in otherwise perfect health. His leg would remain tender for some time and, of course, they would be watching for infection, but he saw no need for Darcy to restrict his activities. His own common sense and comfort would set the pace for the next few days.

Darcy chuckled to himself as he closed the door after the departing doctor. “The only place I wish to be for the next few days is in bed with my wife,” he mused. He hobbled over to the easy chair by the window and lowered himself into it, finally having the chance to leisurely take in his new surroundings. It was truly a magnificent room! Elegantly furnished with the richest of fabrics and colors, it created a peaceful retreat from the world outside. The artwork on the walls was exceptional and the figurines and vases that adorned the mantel and tables were of museum quality. Were these the same accommodations he had arranged for in London? He shook his head and closed his eyes. “No matter,” he thought. “This is most comfortable and I shall not even question it.”

Dr. Bruhn had been kind enough to wait while he had bathed, for once the ointments were applied and the bandages tied, he would not have been able to submerge his leg in water. He was glad of it, for the good doctor’s examination had exhausted him and he was aching to sleep. As soon as Elizabeth was ready, they would have a bite to eat and then retire. Anne had ordered some tea and sandwiches for them, although the room had already been filled with exquisite flower arrangements, elaborate fruit baskets and trays of nuts, chocolates and tiny pastries. The bar contained every sort of spirit imaginable, many stored in an ingenious container filled with ice. “Yes, yes,” thought Darcy, “we’ll be perfectly content hibernating in these lovely rooms for a while.”

He had started to doze when he suddenly became aware of her presence. She stood before him in a nightgown he had never seen before. It was the palest of pink satin, deeply edged in champagne colored lace that accentuated the fullness of her breasts. It fell most seductively about her hips and thighs and rested in sensuous folds about her feet. He swallowed, inhaled slowly and rose to embrace her. “I’m afraid I may not be able to live up to my lady’s expectations at the moment, but if she allows me a few hours sleep….”

“Oh Fitzwilliam,” laughed Elizabeth, “all I want from my husband just now is the pleasure of sleeping beside him. Do you think I’ll be able to tempt him into bed?” she asked, grinning broadly.

He made no audible reply.

Georgiana winced at the sight of the ugly stitches closing the gash on Horatio’s face, and then lowered her gaze, ashamed at her own reaction. She managed a smile and invited them both in.

“We were just about to go down for some lunch, Georgiana, and thought you might like to join us,” said Anne, smiling at her warmly.

“Oh yes, of course! I’d be delighted. Let me grab my bonnet and reticule,” she replied.

“My bonnet!” said Anne with emphasis. “I left my bonnet on my dressing table! How can I be so forgetful? I shall fetch it and return at once.” She left the room hastily, being careful to close the door just enough to provide them with some much-appreciated privacy.

“Dear Anne,” laughed Georgiana. She is so good to us.” She had stepped towards him and was now wrapping her arms around his neck, her mouth and eyes pleading for his kisses. “I don’t know what I would have done had you not returned to me,” she murmured.

“I love you, Georgiana.” He gently placed his lips on hers, kissing her tenderly, then drawing back to look in her eyes, returned to claim them again, deepening his kiss and pressing her body against his. The passion that welled up inside him seemed to know no bounds. Grasping the nape of her neck, he cradled her head in his hands and paid homage to her face, her shoulders, and the delicate, fragrant hollow of her neck. He worshiped her mouth with such ardor that they suddenly had to draw apart for breath, but their eyes remained fixed on one another in silent adoration.

Horatio’s heart pounded loudly in his chest. He had gone too far! He saw the look in her eyes, the expectation written on her flushed and glowing face. The time was right; he knew that for certain. She had every reason to expect him to say the words that their hearts already took for granted – but he could not. If he proposed, he would have to ask Darcy for her hand while his were empty. He painfully struggled to find the words that would preserve her love, even as they cut and disappointed her.

“Georgiana, can you wait …just a bit longer? I know I have no right to ask this of you, having behaved so… but I also have not the right to ask for your hand just now.”

“But why, I don’t understand. Fitzwilliam holds you in the highest esteem and.. and… Is it money? Is it for money that you would keep us apart?” Her look was one of utter shock and disappointment.

“Georgie, I come from simple, hardworking people. My father was a physician and we considered ourselves well off, but we lived by the rules that most common people do.” He watched her lowered her eyes and try to control the trembling of her lips. He tipped her chin up to look directly into her eyes.

‘If you were born into an average family and I came to your father requesting your hand, what would be the first question he would put to me, Georgie?” He looked lovingly at her and waited for her to answer. She lowered her lids and tried to turn away. He held on to her.

“What would he say, Georgie? What would he need to know before releasing you to my care?” he persisted.

She closed her eyes. “He would ask you how you intended to support your family,” she whispered.

“And if I told him of the position I am in now, concerning my career, what would be his response – or the response of any responsible, loving parent?” He cocked his head to peer under her lashes and give her compassionate little smile.

“He would ask you to wait until….” But he interrupted her before she could go further.

“He would say that in our society, if a man cannot support a wife, he has no right to have a wife,” he said most forcefully.

“All I ask is for three months time to petition the Admiralty again and await their reply. I promise you, Georgiana Darcy, that if I have no command by that date, I shall give up the navy and ask your brother’s assistance in finding alternative employment. But this you must understand, Georgiana – I am not one to wile away my life shooting, riding and going to the club. It is simply not who I am. I cannot be idle – just as I cannot live off my wife’s fortune. If we are ever to be united in marriage, then we must also be united in our view of the world and what it means to lead a meaningful and fulfilling life. I know we have never had the opportunity to discuss these things and I……”

Anne’s humming could be heard in the hallway and he reluctantly stepped away from her and turned towards the door. He hated leaving things this way. What had the past few minutes’ conversation done to their relationship? What was she thinking and feeling?” He felt guilty for having upset and disappointed her and uneasy about where they stood. He tried to smile, but the muscles around his mouth would not cooperate.

“My, you two look solemn,” said Anne, stunned by the expressions on their faces. She had expected to find them flushed and happy.

“I suspect last nights exertions are now taking their toll,” said Horatio. “We are all very tired, although some people seem to bear up under the strain much better than others,” he said, smiling at her pointedly. Shall we go?” He offered them both his arm, not quite certain that Georgiana would still wish to join them, and was much relieved when she quietly accepted it. When he searched out her eyes, she did not avoid his own, but rather gave him a faint smile and a nod of her head. Was there a luckier man in all of England?

They had a choice of dining in the hotel or taking the chance of finding a small, less formal café on their way to the inn. They chose the later and were pleased to find a charming establishment on the water’s edge, not two blocks from the inn. Now free to focus on their surroundings, they marveled at the quaint and colorful shops and eateries that dotted the street along the harbor. Each building was painted a different shade of ochre, red or blue, with their red tiled roofs and white window frames unifying the scene. Small boats bobbed about in the water and children ran along the peers.

They enjoyed the well-prepared yet simple fare of the café. How wonderful everything tasted when one dined outdoors in the company of cherished friends! The ladies were now eager to hear the minute by minute account of the accident and the subsequent adventure in the cave, and Horatio obliged them with a light and humorous version that brought gasps and squeals of laughter from both of them. Georgiana especially enjoyed the image of Horatio balanced on her brother’s shoulders and heaving himself onto the ledge; and his imitation of Fitzwilliam’s “What the hell was that!” as the bats flew in, resulted in peals of laughter. It was only when he described how he had fallen squarely on top of him onto the rock floor that they were genuinely alarmed.

“And are you sure he wasn’t hurt?” asked Georgiana.

“Well, his only complaint at the time was that I tended to ask too many questions,” replied Horatio, smiling. “I, too, was concerned that some damage had been done that would reveal itself later on, but I questioned Dr. Bruhn about it when he came to examine me and he said that he had seen nothing more than bruising. Let us hope that we shall hear nothing more about it.”

When they had finished their meal, the ladies wished to accompany Horatio to the inn, but he declined their generous offer saying, “The men will have enough to tease me about without seeing me escorted home by two beautiful ladies. I don’t believe that I would ever hear the end of it. I will bid you good day here and thank you for a most enjoyable afternoon.” He kissed both their hands, bowed to them, and stood watching them until they were safely at the hotel’s entrance.

The next few days provided Horatio and Georgiana more time together than they ever would have dreamed possible. With Fitzwilliam and Elizabeth cloistered away in their suite and the Wentworths content to enjoy quiet and leisurely activities close by, they were free to stroll the streets together, sit by the water’s edge or eat a simple meal in the café. Sometimes they would join Wentworth’s, but often they went out alone, with Alice remaining just close enough behind them to be able to claim the position of chaperone.

They avoided the topic of their official engagement, but spent hours talking about those things that were important and meaningful in their lives. Horatio told her of many of his adventures, describing just enough of the hardships to make them believable without having to reveal too much, while Georgiana admitted that she had, at the age of fifteen, been almost taken in by a merciless fortune hunter who had once been very close to her family. Happily she had a wise and observant older brother who had protected her from him. They learned each other’s family histories and began to truly understand what made the other happy.

During this time, Prince Christian invited them all to dine with him at his villa several times. He offered to escort them around the city, and he tried to entice them into join him at the opera or the theater. But Fitzwilliam was not yet up to removing from his suite and the others wished to wait until they could all be together. Now as they all sat in the elegant hotel dining room, about to begin their first meal together, a footman was coming towards them with yet another invitation. Fitzwilliam knew that good manners and diplomacy would require them to accept it.

The exquisitely penned invitation stated that there was to be a ball held in their honor tomorrow evening at the country estate of Prince Christian and that the entire royal family would be in attendance. A carriage would be sent to collect them at half past seven in the evening. Frederick told the footman that they would, of course, be delighted and honored to attend. He then checked the top page again. It read: To Captain and Mrs. Frederick Wentworth, Mr. and Mrs. Fitzwilliam Darcy and Miss Georgiana Darcy. Horatio’s name was conspicuously missing.

“It is a very good thing that my name is not on that list,” said Horatio, good-naturedly, “for I’ve left my dancing pumps in England and I’d disgrace my king if I were to show up at a ball in my boots. Seriously, please don’t all look so grave! Truly, I am relieved. I doubt there is a man in all of England who is as uncomfortable at a ball as I. Just don’t tell me about all your dancing partners the next morning Georgiana, or I shall have to challenge them all to a duel,” he teased as he finished buttering his brioche and took a bite.

“Well, you may be able to joke about it, Horatio, but I think it an outrage!” said Anne.

“Now do calm yourself Anne,” said Frederick. “We are in a different country, with different cultural values. They may not understand that….”

“What is it that they do not understand, Frederick? Do they not understand that Horatio saved their precious Prince Christian, his crew and much of their cargo almost single handedly?” She fumed, while Georgiana sulked and Fitzwilliam and Elizabeth just looked at one another.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” said Horatio, “you are all concerned about my missing the festivities tomorrow night, but I am far more concerned about this silliness spoiling the lovely evening we have planned tonight. Please, let’s not think any more about it and enjoy ourselves.”

Elizabeth was the first to oblige him with a smile, but they all soon followed her example and made a great effort to enjoy the evening.

When Horatio returned to the inn, he found an invitation of his own on his pillow. Inserted between the pages was a message written in a more masculine and casual hand. It read: “Dear Mr. Hornblower, I wish to send a separate carriage for you tomorrow evening as I would appreciate speaking to you privately before my other guests arrive. It concerns a sensitive matter that I would like to keep between the two of us. Looking forward to out meeting, Christian”

Chapter 13

Posted on Tuesday, 18 May 2004

Prince Christian’s country estate was only a half hour from the center of Copenhagen and was beautifully situated beside a large lake on a gentle slope overlooking it. It appeared to be a bit smaller than Pemberley, but the formal gardens extended far beyond the reaches of the house only to gradually melt into more natural ones and then into orchards and dense woods. The effect was breathtakingly beautiful, but nothing could have prepared them for what they would find within its walls.

As they stepped from the carriage they were swept into an entrance hall that could have been transplanted from a mosque in Morocco. Indeed, the primarily aqua and sea green mosaics that graced its walls were imported from Tangiers, along with the craftsmen that had created them. Gleaming copper vases, hammered and tooled in traditional designs sat in arched, recessed window boxes and contained magnificent flower arrangements in vibrant colors. A large, hand carved mahogany table, with an inlaid design of ivory and gold held the most splendid arrangement of all, adding fragrance and delicate texture to the an atmosphere already overwhelming one’s senses.

They were warmly greeted by Mr. Kroneborg, who led them into an intimate sitting room of Chinese décor to meet the royal family. King Fredrik himself rose upon their entering the room, extending his hand to one gentleman and then the other in an obvious desire to stop their bowing, and said, “No, no, none of that. It is I who should bow to you. How glad I am to finally make your acquaintance. Christian considers himself truly blessed to have been sited by men of such honor and selfless generosity. Mr. Darcy,” he said, turning to Fitzwilliam, “I hope your leg is giving you less pain. We will not be offended if you do not dance tonight.” His playful wink brought much amusement to all.

“Ah, but then my wife will be sorely disappointed, Your Majesty,” said Darcy, presenting Elizabeth to him. She smiled warmly as she curtsied.

“My dear Madam, my wife and I were pained to hear of all that you and Miss Darcy suffered until you knew that your dear husband was alive and well. And I have made it my personal mission to wipe away any lingering anxiety or memory of that unfortunate event with such delights and amusements that you shall not hesitate to return to our rocky shores, despite your initial experience with them.” He kissed her hand and then presented the wife, Queen Beatrice.

Within minutes they were all seated comfortably on sofas and chairs so well arranged that they could easily address the entire party or turn to their neighbor in intimate discussion. The other members of the royal family, as well as Christian’s mother and sister were introduced and they soon fell into easy conversation, delighting in the discovery of such amiable and witty people. All their uneasiness about meeting and conversing with royalty disappeared as they were made to feel so genuinely welcome. Even Georgiana felt perfectly at ease and happy as she became acquainted with Christian’s sister, a warm and outgoing young woman a year or two younger than herself. They soon discovered their mutual love of music and resolved to find the opportunity to steal away and play some duets on Gertrude’s new Chappell piano.

Horatio bent over the billiard table to take his next shot, his concentration sharpened by the sips of exceedingly smooth liquor he was savoring. He took aim and pocketed the last ball with ease. The butler who had greeted him on his arrival had explained that Prince Christian was unfortunately detained with some unforeseen problem with tonight’s festivities and that he wished him to amuse himself in the billiards room until he was able to receive him. He was offered a variety of refreshments, cigars and spirits and was left with much thanks for his patience and understanding. Horatio was not in the least offended. He had never had a billiard table all to himself before, and had certainly never seen one as fine. He was on his third game, but only his first drink, when Christian finally entered the room.

“Mr. Hornblower, forgive me! The chef was having a fit of temper over some sauce being ruined by an underling and unfortunately it required my presence to calm him. I hope you have been well cared for by my staff?”

“Yes, very well cared for – thank you,” he replied.

Christian stepped closer and having taken hold of Horatio’s hand, pulled him towards him in a warm embrace, slapping him affectionately on the back. He then drew back to kiss him on both cheeks, and continuing to pump his hand, said, “I know you must be wondering about the mystery surrounding this meeting. It is very simple really; I had to speak to you privately. Later on this evening I will be giving a little speech about the selfless sacrifices that everyone on your ship made on behalf of myself and my crew, but…,” he said most emphatically, “do not think for one moment that I do not know to whom I owe my life, my honor, and my professional and political future.” His eyes misted as he pressed Horatio’s hand. “You have saved me from my own recklessness and preserved the antiquities that will hopefully bring renewed respect and recognition to my country. Your bravery, and your humanity will never be forgotten, Mr. Hornblower. I cannot thank you enough!”

Horatio felt suddenly weak. He had come to this meeting with guarded emotions, suspicious of Christian’s motives and on the lookout for any clever or devious distraction that would put him at a disadvantage with regard to Georgiana. But now he felt that he had completely misjudged the man. His gratitude was sincere and his emotions genuine. “Many a man has come to my rescue, Sir. I was glad to have been able to come to yours,” he said softly.

“Well, I am most grateful that you did and wish to give you a token of my appreciation,” said Christian, removing a small satin pouch from a hidden pocket in the waistband of his breeches. He carefully untied its strings and threw its contents on the billiard table. They rolled and tumbled in all directions, their glittering brilliance catching the light. Horatio’s eyes widened.

“These are flawless pink diamonds – very rare, and beautiful, don’t you think?”

Horatio could only nod.

“I purchased them at a newly opened mine in the south of Africa. I’m not certain that the owners of the mine actually knew how rare and wonderful are, or they might not have sold them to me. When you saved me, Mr. Hornblower, you saved these as well. I have had them tied to the inside of my breeches since their purchase, and they would have gone down to the bottom of the sea along with me.”

He picked up the largest stone and held it up to the light. “This one shall be set in King Fredrik’s crown, and this one,” he said, pointing to a magnificent oval one, will be gift for the Queen. I think it would make beautiful pendant; do you not agree?”

He moved three stones together, rolling them back and forth beneath his fingers on the table and said, “This one I shall present to my mother. And this one,” he said in a whisper, grasping the perfectly round stone between his thumb and forefinger, “I shall have set for a very special lady…..” His voice trailed off as the look in his eyes grew distant. But an instant later he replaced the gem on the table and smiled. “That leaves this one for you, Mr. Hornblower.”

“I could never accept such a gift,” he began to stammer, “and I hope you do not think that I came to your rescue with any thought of a reward! I…”

“I would never imagine such a thing, Mr. Hornblower! Please do not think of it as a reward, but as gift, from a grateful friend whom you have made very happy. After all, had it not been for you, they would all have been lost and no one would be enjoying them. I am only sharing my blessings with the man to whom I owe these blessings. Come, come, a handsome devil like you – there must be a young lady in your life who would be thrilled to wear such a gem. Or if you have better use for the money it would bring, then by all means sell it! I will not be offended. I wish you to make use of it in the way that suits you. But take care to take it only to the most reputable houses and do not sell it in haste, for it will only increase in value.”

He reached into an inside pocket of his waistcoat and brought out another small, silk pouch. Placing the stone inside it, he pressed it into Horatio’s hand, saying, “Now I do wish this to remain between us, as I have no intension of bestowing gifts of such value on the others. I will, of course, provide you with a letter of proof of ownership so that you will have no problems selling it, but I do ask that you be discreet about it in general.”

“I do not know what to say, Sir,” replied Horatio. “It really is too much! I do not wish to seem ungrateful but…..”

“Please don’t deny me this pleasure, Mr. Hornblower. I would make you the head of my navy if I could! I would build you a house in the finest section of Copenhagen if I thought you would live here, but I know of your pride and love for England and I would not insult you with such offers. This is the very least I can do. Now please accept it and let us go in to join the others. They will be wondering at the manners of their host!”

Horatio closed his hand around the pouch and nodded. “Thank you, Sir. I am touched by your generosity.”

As the two of them strode toward the ballroom where all were assembled, Horatio’s thoughts flitted about, his mind yet unable to take in all that had just happened. At one moment he thought with great joy of having something so beautiful and valuable to give Georgiana as an engagement gift and in the next, rejected the idea entirely because it had come from “him”. He thought of how deceitful it would feel to keep this secret from Frederick and how difficult it would be to justify suddenly having the means to make a large purchase of any kind. But as the servants opened the great double doors and announced them to the roomful of smiling faces, his only thought was of his appearance next to this blond demigod beside him. He was so thankful that he had thought to bring his dress uniform on this trip, although he never would have dreamt that he would have need of it.

Christian was resplendent in a dark blue uniform trimmed in gold, the cut of the waistcoat making the most of his broad shoulders and slim waist. His thick blond hair fell softly to his shoulders, contrasting the bronzed glow of his skin and the clarity of his deep blue eyes. His chiseled features and warm, endearing smile, made every woman from fifteen to fifty turn and draw in breath. At least, he was wearing his dress uniform.

He knew it was a ridiculous thought, but he suddenly realized that Georgiana had never seen him in it and he was not above hoping that it would have the same effect on her, as it had often had on many other young ladies. Of course, on those occasions, he had not been standing next to Prince Christian. His eyes smiled on seeing her turn to look at him and he took some steps towards her, his hand reaching out for hers. But within the blink of an eye he was overtaken by Christian, who, clasping Georgiana by the elbow, whisked her onto the dance floor and nodded to the conductor to begin. Everyone gathered to watch their host open the dance with the lovely Miss Darcy, bewildered, but glowing, in his arms.

Individual couple dancing had not yet become popular in London, but on the continent it was all the rage and Christian loved to dance. He grinned as he saw the anxious look on her face and pulling her closer, whispered, “Just let me lead you; you’ll fall in step immediately, I promise.” And with that, he placed his hand on her back and started to waltz her around the room, sweeping her off her feet at times – twirling her round in dizzying circles. The lively tempo and hypnotic melody of the waltz were so compelling that she soon lost her inhibitions, and leaning on the hand that supported her back, allowed herself to fly about the room in intoxicating pleasure. When the music finally stopped and Christian twirled her around a few more times for good measure, she lost her equilibrium and after steadying herself, looked up and blushed to see the entire room smiling and applauding them. Christian kissed her hand and bowed to her again, presenting her to the room with a satisfied smile.

She caught Horatio’s eye, and although he was smiling and clapping along with everyone else, she could see his inner turmoil. Immediately, she chided herself for having been so insensitive to his feelings, for behaving so brazenly. How could she make such a spectacle of herself without any regard to him. She had to go and reassure him. He had to know that this meant nothing! She curtsied to Christian again and attempted to leave his side, but he drew her hand in even closer and led her towards his mother.

“Miss Darcy, may I present my mother, countess Amelia Swenson. Mother, this is the beautiful angel that brought me back to life on board her brother’s ship, Miss Georgiana Darcy.”

“I am very happy to be introduced to you yet again, Miss Darcy. My Christian does not believe that life goes on when he is not in the room,” she teased. “I know quite a bit about Miss Darcy already, Christian – perhaps more than you. Although she is very modest about it, she is a gifted pianist. And unlike most young ladies her age, she does not really enjoy London society very much. She has had many suitors and admirers over the past few years, but she has refused them all. You see, Miss Darcy, I have had my spies out.”

Georgiana blushed and looked down at her shoes. She did not know whether she to feel violated or flattered by Countess Swenson’s inquiries about her. Christian, aware that these remarks had made her uncomfortable, tried to change the subject back to the dance.

“Mother, did you see how quickly and beautifully Miss Darcy picked up the steps to the waltz? I believe it was your first time dancing this way, was it not?” he said, turning to her. “You were so gracious to trust me in front of all these people, Miss Darcy. I thank you.” And knowing it would be best to escape his mother’s all too impertinent inquiries, he placed his hand about her waist and guided her about the room, introducing her to those he knew she would be comfortable meeting.

Whenever she thought she could do so discreetly, she sought him out, hoping to make that connection that would reassure him and herself that all was well between them. What must he be thinking and feeling? Her heart beat wildly with conflicting emotions.

She had never felt so comfortable at a ball in all the years that she had been out in London society. The smiles and nods that came her way all seemed so genuinely warm and approving. There was no one that frightened or intimidated her. She was not being judged or critiqued for what she wore, or what she had or had not said. She did not have to be wary of the insincere attentions of young men seeking an advantageous match. For the first time she felt free to really enjoy herself, except that these pleasures, by their very nature, hurt Horatio. How could she be so happy without him beside her?

Prince Christian became aware of her distraction and thinking she must be tiring, suggested they join his sister for some refreshments. “Perhaps I should see to my sister, Prince Christian. I’m afraid that I have neglected her for too long. I hope you will excuse me,” said Georgiana, trying to make her escape.

“But Mr. and Mrs. Darcy look perfectly content out on the dance floor, do they not? I wouldn’t have thought that your brother’s injury would allow him to move so effortlessly about the room, and to own the truth, I never would have taken him for such a confident dancer,” said Christian.

To her amazement, Christian was right! Elizabeth and Fitzwilliam were waltzing happily and gracefully about the room, laughing unashamedly as they changed partners with Frederick and Anne. Following their progress around the room, she realized that the Wentworths were actually teaching them how to dance – demonstrating new steps and turns and then releasing them to practice with each other again. Elizabeth was clearly having a wonderful time and Georgiana beamed to see it. Yet she sobered at the realization that she had just lost her excuse to join Horatio.

When the waltz ended and dinner was announced, Christian offered her his arm, escorting her to the seat he had chosen for her between himself and his sister. She searched the faces of the couples that were slowly drifting into the dining room and wondered anxiously if Horatio would be left to enter alone. Where was he? Why could she not see him?

Horatio had wandered out onto the terrace for some much needed air. He stood gazing into the beautifully lit garden, enjoying the sweet scent of honeysuckle, when he was startled by a gentle touch on his shoulder. He turned abruptly, hoping to see Georgiana’s face – only to conceal his disappointment at the sight of Elizabeth standing before him.

“You dance beautifully Mrs. Darcy. I must admit that I took great pleasure in watching you and Mr. Darcy enjoying yourselves so.”

“Oh, it was such fun, Horatio! And now that I know how, I insist on teaching you. I think that between Anne and myself you shall be quite an accomplished dancer before the night is out.

“I’d be honored to have such a lovely and accomplished teacher. Thank you, Mrs. Darcy,” he replied, giving her one of his impish grins.

“But for now, I have come to ask you to escort me into dinner, if you would? It seems Countess Amelia has absconded with my husband and left me to my own resources. Rather rude of her, don’t you think?” she said with an arched brow.

“It must run in the family,” he muttered in a barely audible voice.

She smiled at him as he offered his arm and leaning in towards him, whispered intimately, “But it is just as well, Horatio, for it serves my purpose to have you to myself just now. I have a story to tell you, if you would care to listen.”

“Of course, Madam. I would listen most eagerly to anything you wished to tell me.”

“Then walk slowly, Horatio. Walk slowly.”

She squeezed his arm affectionately and began. “This is the story of a sweet and sensitive girl who lost her mother at a very early age and then her father not long afterward. She was very lucky in that she was born into a very wealthy family and had the love and adoration of an older and most attentive brother, but the same wealth that made her life so comfortable, made it very lonely as well. She was sheltered from all who would take advantage of her shyness and naiveté, for she was painfully shy and anxious – always. She had no friends her own age save the ones she made at school and although her brother loved her dearly, he could not take the place of a mother or close female friend or sister. Those who were envious of her beauty, wealth and position, gossiped about her, criticizing her every word and action, until being in society became nothing but a torture to her. I never witnessed her happy or lighthearted at a ball. She never learned to flirt for fear of being the cause of more gossip and bringing shame to her family.”

“ When her brother married, her life changed for the better I believe, for she now had a sister to confide in and babies to love, but the real change in her life came when she began to believe herself worthy of being loved and admired by a rather exceptional man.” She paused to give him a most admiring smile. “It is difficult for us to believe that this shy, timid girl is the belle of the ball tonight! Her brother and I hardly recognize her, for we have never seen her radiate such happiness. If you truly love her, Mr. Hornblower, allow her these pleasures. Give her leave to enjoy herself without regret.”

Horatio was silent, for his emotions had robbed him of the power of speech. He nodded to Elizabeth and covering her hand with his, pressed it gratefully.

When they entered the dining room, heads turned as Fitzwilliam rose to retrieve his wife, and Prince Christian exclaimed in a booming voice, “And finally, here are the last of our honored guests!” He then came forward to greet them and led Horatio to a seat of honor, next to Queen Beatrice on his right and a rather pretty young member of the royal family, Miss Matilda Brorsen, on his left. King Fredrik sat at the head of the table beside his Queen and Frederick and Anne were seated opposite him. Georgiana was, of course, at the other end of the table next to Christian, but at least the Darcys were there as well. “At least I have some allies at court,” he thought, as he resolved to put Georgiana at ease as soon as possible.

After all the introductions were made and the pleasantries dispensed with, he did his best to catch her eye. It was easily accomplished, for she seemed to want his attention as much as he wanted hers. He gave her a warm and reassuring smile, closed his eyes for a moment and nodded slightly. He saw her shoulders relax and her countenance change from one of apprehension to one of utter joy. She gave him a smile to melt his heart and he returned it, before allowing his attention to be drawn away by his Majesty’s questions.

The dinner conversation was lively and the food delicious! They spoke of everything from sailing, to politics, to art, music and books. Christian invited Darcy and Frederick to come riding with him the next day and Queen Beatrice was interested in Horatio’s many heroic adventures.

Christian’s presentation in their honor was appropriately moving. He had a few of the more outstanding artifacts that had been saved brought out to be exhibited and announced that three of the wings of the nearly finished museum would be named after his rescuers. After a heartfelt verbal salute and toast, he presented each of the ladies with a three stand pink pearl necklace and the gentlemen with a magnificently tooled saddle. Horatio laughed to himself, thinking that he would surely sell that too, as he had no horse to put it on,” but Christian surprised him when he declared that they were to pick out the animal of their choice from among the Red Tail Arabians he had just purchased.

When they returned to the ballroom they danced happily into the early hours of the morning. Horatio was an gifted student and when both Elizabeth and Anne declared him ready, he asked Miss Brorsen and Christian’s sister Gertrude to dance several times. He made every attempt to get close enough to Georgiana to make her his partner, but it was as if the fates had conspired against him. And he was sure that they had, when she suddenly tapped him on the shoulder.

“I understand that you waltz beautifully, Mr. Hornblower. Would you forgive the impertinence of my begging a dance?”

He laughed heartily, wrapping his arm around her and losing no time in bringing her to the dance floor. They gazed at each other intently as they floated around the room, their hearts pounding and their feet bouncing in time to the music. There was such freedom, such happy intoxication in this mode of dancing. How wonderful to be allowed to hold each other, while gazing into each other’s eyes. They both felt a little a bit uneasy to be indulging in this forbidden pleasure!

Darcy smiled to himself as he watched them whirl about. He had been hoping that the evening would not end without their having a chance to dance together. It was the perfect end to an exciting but tiring evening for him. His leg had been hurting for some time, but he had not wanted to mar Elizabeth’s pleasure. His body ached to stretch out and his eyes were ready to close. After a few days of inactivity, this had been a very long night indeed.

He smiled as Frederick approached with a gentleman who seemed rather familiar, but whose face he could not place. “Darcy, I don’t believe you’ve been introduced to our Ambassador Torrington. He has only had his post here a few months.”

“No, we have not been introduced, but I knew the face was vaguely familiar. I believe I heard you speak about our treaty with France in Parliament last winter. It is good to make your acquaintance, Sir.”

“Thank you Darcy. I have always known your family name by reputation and I must say that I am terribly pleased with the role that you, Captain Wentworth and Mr. Hornblower played in turning this near tragedy into a diplomatic windfall for England.” He leaned in to say rather softly, “After our harsh treatment of the Danes in this bloody war we are only too glad to have the opportunity to win back their hearts and secure their alliance. Who knows when we may next need their support? Your brave deeds have gone far towards that goal Sir, and I thank you. I thank you all.”

“Well I assure you that no thought was given to England’s honor at the time, Mr. Torrington, but it is always a pleasure to inadvertently help the Crown,” said Darcy chuckling.

“Well, I would ask you to consider the rest of your stay here as an unparalleled opportunity to further strengthen these fragile ties between us, Sir. There is much to be gained from a close alliance with the Royal House of Denmark.”

Chapter 14

Posted on Friday, 28 May 2004

The Wentworths and the Darcys had become close enough friends to dispense with the formal seating arrangements prescribed for ladies and gentlemen in a carriage and had settled themselves comfortably next to their spouses, leaving room for Georgiana beside Elizabeth and Horatio beside Anne. This pleased the young lovers very much, for if they could not sit next to each other, then directly opposite each other was the next best thing. It took no small effort on Horatio’s part to subdue the broad smile that was determined to remain plastered on his face as he listened to Georgiana bubble over with excitement. She spoke of the ball as if it was the first she had attended in her life.

He adored watching her eyes brighten and her brows arch as she recounted the highlights of the evening. Her mouth captivated him – the subtle ways in which it expressed every shade of emotion as she chattered and smiled and laughed. He devoured her with his eyes! But being keenly aware of the others’ proximity, he was determined to show only that small amount of pleasure that he deemed appropriate for a man in his situation as he watched her adorable effusions.

His eyes wandered across the carriage to where Darcy sat quietly staring out the window. He seemed oblivious to the lively and humorous observations being made around him. Frederick, he noticed, was rather subdued as well, glancing at Darcy now and again and twisting the gloves he held in his hands. As the ladies continued to sing the praises of the décor of the house, the elegance of everyone’s attire and most of all, the warmth and friendliness of the people they had met, Horatio wondered at the underlying tension that was accompanying them on this ride back to town. Well, perhaps they each had secrets of their own. He would find out soon enough if what was troubling them concerned him. For now, he had enough to occupy his mind.

Darcy had been absentmindedly playing with the fingers of Elizabeth’s right hand and had just now brought them up to his lips as he continued to stare into the darkness. Unwilling to pull her hand away, but wishing to prevent any embarrassment, she leaned towards him and whispered, “Is everything all right, Fitzwilliam?”

Startled out of his daze, he turned to her and answered, “Yes, of course, my love. I’m just worn out, I suppose.”

“Then why did you accept Christian’s invitation to go riding early tomorrow morning? King Fredrik has already pressed us into a full day’s schedule of activities.”

“Somehow I didn’t feel I had a choice,” he murmured. All eyes fell upon him at this unusual reply, so he tried to make light of it by bending forward in a little mock bow and saying, “One doesn’t wish to offend a prince!” Yet no one joined him in his uneasy display of merriment.

“Look,” he said, after an uncomfortable pause, “the truth is that we have been asked by Ambassador Torrington to strengthen this relationship with the royal family for the sake of diplomacy.” Evidence of stress clearly marked his face. “It is not the way I envisioned spending our holiday, but I suppose that if it benefits England, it is not too much to ask to allow ourselves to be entertained and fussed over by the royal family. I made a point of telling King Fredrik that we wish to rest as much as possible, that your delicate conditions require us to proceed at a leisurely pace – no matter what the activity – and that we may, at times, have to beg his understanding if it all becomes too much. I believe he genuinely wishes to please us, and I felt it my duty to oblige him.”

Elizabeth suspected that there was more to this than her husband was revealing but simply smiled to reassure him that she had no objection to the decision he had made. “Well if tonight was any indication of what he has in store for us, I would imagine that we will have a very enjoyable time.”

It was now Horatio’s turn to stare out the window. He had planned or rather, had hoped, to spend part of every day with Georgiana. His intention had been to get an early start on his work and finish about mid-day, thereby freeing him to join the others in the afternoon. He would naturally have to catch up with them, wherever they were, but he was prepared to do what was necessary to spend time with her. He doubted that Christian would not appreciate his tagging along! What disturbed him even more, was that he would now be left in the dark,… left to wonder and fret, and let his imagination get the better of him.

During the days that the Elizabeth and Fitzwilliam had secluded themselves in their rooms, the young couple had set a pattern of breakfasting together at the café, with Alice at a table a short distance away. Besides providing them with the simple pleasures of being together, their morning meetings had afforded them the opportunity to talk about their plans for the day. They knew what the other would be doing and where they would be, thereby making it possible for them orchestrate an impromptu rendezvous now and then. Not only would this precious time together now be sacrificed, but their intimate knowledge of each others’ comings and goings would be limited.

“I don’t imagine we’ll be able to have breakfast tomorrow,” said Horatio, as they stepped away from the others for a more private good night.

“I’m afraid we’re committed to breakfast with the royal family before the gentlemen go riding,” said Georgiana, apologetically. “Perhaps we can have dinner together when we return?” she said hopefully.

“I shall wait for you,” he said, kissing her hand, “although I have my doubts that his Majesty will release you before dinner. Send a message to me at any time; I shall not sleep before I hear that you have returned safely.”

She had already turned to go when he called her back, “Enjoy yourself, Georgie. Make the most of these new experiences.” She smiled and nodded happily before entering the hotel.

Elizabeth released the last pin from her hair, allowing a mass of dark curls to cascade onto her shoulders. Her husband stood behind her, watching her reflection in the mirror. He ran his fingers through her hair from the base of her neck outward, freeing some of the tangled locks, and then let his hands come to rest on her shoulders. She reached up to grasp one of his hands in hers.

“Will you not tell me what is really troubling you, Fitzwilliam?” she said to his reflection in the mirror.

“I wish I could keep this from you, Elizabeth. The last thing you need is something else to worry about. But it is important that you know,” he said unhappily.

Concerned by his words, she turned in her chair to face him.

“Torrington implied – no, he suggested quite plainly that it would be in England’s best interest for Denmark to one day have an English Queen. He wants to encourage Georgiana’s relationship with Christian and he’s not above putting considerable pressure on her to achieve that goal.”

“You must be joking?” cried Elizabeth, rising to her feet, her mouth gaping open in shock and revulsion.

“No, unfortunately I am not, and it is imperative that we keep him away from her. We cannot give him the opportunity to fill her mind with guilty thoughts of duty to Crown and country!” he spat. “I know he will try to approach her and you and Anne must prevent it if Frederick and I am not around.”

“Is Horatio aware of this,” she asked, searching his face for the answer that was slow in coming.

“No, Torrington took the opportunity to advise us of this scheme while the two of them were dancing! Now Frederick is adamant that Horatio be kept in the dark about this because he’s afraid that he might do something very foolish and make matters worse. Though we all know he is aware of Christian’s designs on Georgiana, he need not know that his own government has the audacity to be planning her future as well!”

“But if we agree to spend so much time in his company, Fitzwilliam, are we not giving Christian every chance to woo her? He may even read the acceptance of these invitations as our eagerness for the match.”

“That is absolutely true, but if a close relationship with King Fredrik is beneficial for England, then slighting him over such simple and heartfelt requests would be diplomatically reckless. No, I wish to do nothing to insult the royal family. They must believe that we are happy and honored to be in their company, and hopefully, when the relationship is developed and secured, they will understand that Georgiana’s refusal is a personal one, having nothing to do with our respect and admiration for them or for Denmark.”

“How does the man have the gall to even imply such a thing!” said Anne, as she pulled up the counterpane and came to rest her head on her husband’s shoulder.

Frederick smiled and kissed her brow as he wove his fingers with hers and held them to his heart. “Your love for Horatio blinds you to the fact that Christian Swenson would make an excellent match for Georgiana Darcy. And in truth, most young ladies would be thrilled and honored to be thought worthy of such an alliance. For Georgiana’s part, I doubt that she could find a more eligible match within the ton. He brings far more than money and charm to the marriage. They are well matched in fortune, but he is royal after all and I am surprised that he would even consider marrying a commoner. He is in line for the throne, already has great power and prestige, lives an exciting and luxurious life and is an intelligent and amiable man. I have even heard it rumored that he is worth looking at!”

“Oh, Frederick!” cried Anne, slapping him playfully, “you need not wrap him up in satin ribbon for me! I know only too well what a formidable rival he is for Horatio.” She remained quiet for a time and then asked softly, “Do you think it is hopeless then?”

“No, my sweet Anne,” he said, hugging her to him. “I do not think it hopeless at all. Christian may seem to be holding all the cards, but Horatio has never given up without a fight, and it is in that challenge that I believe he will prevail. Besides, have you no faith in Georgiana’s love? Was it not you who once argued on behalf of women’s constancy and their “privilege of loving longest?”

“Yes,” she said, lifting herself over his chest with an impertinent gleam in her eye. “But I was thinking of us at the time, and you never had as formidable a challenger as Prince Christian.”

“Are you saying that if Charles Musgrove had looked like Christian Swenson, I would have lost you to him?” he asked, playing along with an equally teasing grin.

“I do believe you would have won out in the end, Sir, though I would have had much to consider before settling on you,” she teased. She would have said more, but his lips now prevented hers from being used for that purpose.

Horatio held the diamond up to the candle, studying its facets as they caught the light and fractured it into a thousand brilliant beams. This gem, whose existence he was obliged to keep secret, held secrets of its own. Was it truly a token of appreciation, or rather a bribe – a payment for the object of a rich man’s desire? Had he sold his claim on Georgiana by accepting it? Had he been flattered into believing that he was gaining something valuable, when in reality he would be losing something far more precious? In his present state of mind, he could have flung the damn thing into the sea, but fortunately, bitter self-reproach dominated his thinking and he had little energy for anything other than lying on his bed and blaming himself for the situation he was in. He had no real claim on Georgiana. He had not asked Darcy for her hand, had not committed himself with a ring or the setting of a date. He had no real hold on her; except for the one that she, herself, had imposed on her heart.

Well now that he understood what he was up against, he would not be so naïve. He would do everything necessary to keep that heart beating for him alone!

They had assembled in the hotel dining room for their coffee, saving their appetites for the lavish breakfast they were sure to be served when they arrived at the palace. Georgiana, who, in her excitement, had eaten practically nothing at last night’s ball, ordered a bowl of strawberries to tide her over until breakfast. She was in the happiest of spirits and continued to babble on, much in the same vein as the night before, about how amazed she was to have been so at ease in a roomful of strangers.

“I will admit that when we first entered the ballroom, I actually found myself searching for Luisa Hurst and Caroline Gilbert, or people like them, wondering whether my gown was elegant enough and worrying if my conversation would be clever enough to escape their censure. But in a matter of minutes, I realized that everyone was just happy to get to know me. I keep wondering why I am so comfortable here. Is it because I know that we will be going home in a few days and will probably never see these people again?” she asked no one in particular.

“Well we were the honored guests of the royal family Georgiana,” said Fitzwilliam. “It is only natural that everyone would be curious about us and want to please us.”

”Yes, but I do think that our experiences over the past few days have changed us all,” interjected Elizabeth, “and that you, especially, have finally come to appreciate the strong and wonderful person that you are! I believe your own poise and confident demeanor had a lot to do with the way you were treated last night, Georgie. Don’t you think so, Fitzwilliam?”

He agreed emphatically, but not before he had said a short prayer of thanks for having been blessed with such a wife!

“Well, all I can say is that the way I feel this morning, I would be only too happy to spend the rest of my life in Denmark,” she said, picking up a plump red strawberry by its stem and dipping it in brown sugar before bringing it to her mouth.

Elizabeth almost choked on hearing a version of her own declaration made more than five years ago at the Lampton Inn! - A declaration that had turned into a happy reality.

“Of course, I don’t really mean that, Elizabeth! Don’t look so shocked. I could never leave England, and certainly not when everyone I hold near and dear is there. Truly, I was only joking,” she repeated, seeing the odd look on all their faces.

It was at that moment that Mr. Kroneborg appeared and announced that the carriage had arrived and was ready for them. His eyes moved from face to face before he asked about the whereabouts of Mr. Hornblower.

“Are we to pick up Mr. Hornblower at a different location or will he be joining us presently?”

Frederick was the first to respond. “We were not aware that Mr. Hornblower was invited to join us this morning. He is at work aboard ship, I believe. Was an invitation issued to him separately?”

“Well, I believe it was assumed that he was to join the gentlemen in selecting his horse this morning. His Majesty has so many other activities planned for the short time that you will be staying with us that there may not be another opportunity to do so. May I suggest that we stop by the Regalia and fetch him? This delay will, no doubt, make us a bit late for breakfast, but I am sure Christian would be most distressed if Mr. Hornblower were not among the party to chose his gift.”

Horatio saw them approach from his lofty perch on the main mast and made his way down in haste in order to pull on the sweaty shirt he had just removed and thrown down on deck. It was an especially warm morning and the clinging garment had been irritating him mercilessly before he had decided to do away with it all together. His hair, drenched in perspiration, was plastered to his forehead and neck, while the stubble on his face, which he had planned on removing when his work was done, now glistened in the harsh sun. “What a sight I must be,” he muttered to himself, annoyed that they were intruding on him at such a time, only to leave him for their royal entertainments. He was eager to see Georgiana, but not at all eager for her to see him.

“Mr. Hornblower,” called Mr. Kroneborg, rushing towards him. “There has been a misunderstanding and you are requested to accompany us immediately to the palace to choose your mount. King Fredrik is waiting and there is not a moment to lose.”

“I’d be happy and honored to come, Sir,” said Horatio, a bit bewildered but happy to be included. “Please just allow me a few minutes to freshen up and change my clothes.”

“No, no! There is absolutely no time for that! The breakfast soufflés will have risen and fallen in that time. We must leave immediately,” said Kroneborg, taking his arm and urging him towards the carriage.”

“Sir! I am not fit to be in carriage with the ladies in my present state. I will catch another coach myself and join you in a half hours time. Tell His Majesty that I have already breakfasted and that I shall await everyone at the stables.”

“Mr. Hornblower, I simply cannot arrive at the palace without you! King Fredrik will think me derelict in my duties. Please come away now. We will see to it that you get a fresh shirt and a chance to wash up once you are there. Now please!” he said, not letting go of his arm.

Horatio looked up to see Georgiana in a fit of giggles at the whole ridiculous scene, and when she smiled and urged him to relent, he threw up his hands and called to Higgins to take over for him. By the time they had reached the carriage doors, Higgins had dashed up with a clean dry shirt and pulling him aside behind the horses, helped him to change into it.

Before he would enter the coach, Horatio apologized for inflicting himself on them, but they chuckled and pulled him in with good humor. Darcy offered him his handkerchief to wipe his face and blot his hair, which he did, but his back was still too moist for him to lean back against the seat. Embarrassed, kept his eyes fixed on his hands – unable to look directly at Georgiana. She, on the other hand, smiled to herself and thought how very beautiful he looked, his face glowing with health and vigor, his color high and the vein on his neck throbbing rhythmically to the beat of her own heart. She had been around enough gardeners or workmen in the heat of the summer to know how strong that sour, distasteful odor could be and she prepared herself for an unpleasant ride. But after a few moments she had an unexplainable need to breath deeply, to drink in the musky, manly scent that enveloped him. To her surprise and embarrassment, she was not at all repulsed by it; instead, it awakened a deep inner need she could not understand. She ached to be close to him – to wrap herself around him! How could she be thinking this way? She looked away ashamed and confused by her own feelings.

Chapter 15

Christian Swenson had arrived at Rosenberg Castle earlier that morning to satisfy himself that all was ready and in good order. He wanted the day to be a perfect blend of comfort and pleasure for Miss Darcy and her family, for it was now more important than ever to make her feel that this could easily be her home. When he had first regained consciousness and enough strength to really take notice of her aboard the Regalia, he had noted that she wore an aura of quiet contentment that spoke of a serious attachment. He knew there had to be a man in her life, but he never would have guessed it to be Hornblower. He had monopolized her all evening without realizing that the object of that attachment was right there in the ballroom with them, watching their every move. The man had control; he could not deny him that. He certainly could not have behaved so graciously had he been in Horatio’s shoes.

He knew that he owed Hornblower his life and he had no desire to hurt him. Quite the contrary, he truly wished him well. But after a night of soul searching he had decided to first gather the information he needed to make his decision concerning Georgiana Darcy. He now came to meet his mother’s coach to enlist his sister’s help and discourage his mother’s interference. Controlling these two headstrong women was often far more difficult than hammering out a peace treaty with a belligerent country!

“You must have slept well, Mama; you look quite radiant.”

“Such flattery, Christian! I do have your best interests at heart, you know and I will do whatever you ask, flattered or not,” she said, holding out her cheek for him to kiss. “And I hope that you were able to get some sleep after the initial shock of last night’s surprise had worn off.”

“Yes, Mother, I slept quite well actually, once I figured out what path I needed to take,” he replied.

“And what would you have me do on this “path” of yours, my dear boy?”

“Nothing at all mother. Simply be your sweet and charming self. But please remember that these are Englishmen – well bred and privileged Englishmen. They are rather reserved and embarrass easily. I ask you to err on the side of caution. Their sense of humor may not be as well developed as ours.”

“Ah, I see,” said Countess Amelia. ‘I am to hold my tongue and Gertrude is to….?”

“Gertrude is to find out the details of Miss Darcy’s relationship with Mr. Hornblower. It is clear that they care for one another, but what I need to know is how far has he already gone to secure their union. Has he asked Darcy for her hand? Has Darcy consented to the marriage? Has a date been set? That sort of thing. If no formal commitment has been agreed upon, I shall try my best to win her heart.”

“And if she is betrothed to him, you can wait until they are happily married before making her your mistress!” offered Gertrude, with a broad grin.

“Gertrude! Watch that tongue of yours! Do not speak of Miss Darcy in that way; she is the kind of woman that will remain constant to her husband forever. It is one of the things I admire about her, and I will not have you degrade her name, even in jest!”

“Well, it is not as if you have not lured married ladies to your bed before, brother. I don’t know why you should be so high and mighty virtuous, all of a sudden!” pouted Gertrude.

Christian let out an audible sigh and shook his head. These were the times that he blamed himself for having neglected Gertrude’s upbringing. His father had died when they were but children, and his mother, being a healthy, high-spirited woman, had had a succession of lovers and husbands that lasted only as long as her fickle affection for them. Gertrude had obviously never been in love, and she had no idea that a man and woman could find all they needed in one another. As he had traveled around the world, his sister had learned about life and love from his mother and he feared that he would never be able to alter that picture in her mind. He was sure that she was still untouched, but her outlook on life and her attitude towards men was already tainted.

“Gertrude, I unashamedly admit to you that I am quite taken with Miss Darcy. I love everything about her and I hope to have the opportunity to make her my wife. Please, take me seriously and get the information I need in the most discreet way possible. Our hearts, as well as our diplomatic ties with England may be at stake here. I’m counting on you to bring me the truth and to acquire it with great sensitivity to Georgiana’s feelings. Do nothing to hurt her, Gertrude; I warn you. This is not a game!”

They were ushered onto a large flagstone veranda, where a beautifully set table was adorned with lavish flower arrangements and whimsical displays created with fruits and breads. King Fredrik was sipping his coffee when they arrived, but set down his cup to greet them. All were welcomed with warm affection, but Queen Beatrice could not resist remarking on Mr. Hornblower’s unusual appearance.

“Have we pulled you away from some rough and manly sport, Mr. Hornblower? You look as if you’ve already had a rather strenuous morning.”

Horatio bowed gallantly to her and upon rising gave her the most endearing smile. “Forgive me for appearing before you in such a state, Your Majesty. I was pulled away from my work aboard ship. Had I been aware that the invitation included me, Madam, I never would have put myself, or you, in such an uncomfortable situation. Would you allow me the opportunity to make myself more presentable? I shall be sure to be ready by the time you have finished breakfast.”

“Of course, Horatio,” laughed Queen Beatrice. “I’m so glad to see that you do not take my good natured teasing as offense. And I do apologize for the misunderstanding concerning your invitation this morning.” She turned to give Christian a questioning glance, which was met by a blank stare.

He bowed to her and King Fredrik again, and nodded to Christian before following a servant into the house. He was taken to a large, comfortable chamber where he was drawn a bath, and was brought a sampling of the delicacies from the breakfast table to enjoy while he waited for it to be filled. He lifted the domed lids to all the dishes and chose to taste a few, realizing this might be his finest meal in Copenhagen. When the water was ready he eased himself into it, groaning with pleasure as the heat soothed his muscles and cleared his head. Unwrapping the soap from the tray, he brought it to his nose. He had never smelled anything like it. It was a hard milled soap imported from France and its fragrance was decidedly masculine, but absolutely beautiful. He grinned as he thought of getting close enough to Georgiana to have her enjoy it. Perhaps it would help her forget scent she had been forced to endure this morning. He washed his hair, allowing the servant to rinse it for him before stepping out of the bath and wrapping himself in the luxurious toweling provided.

He was shaved and then given a change of clothes. He accepted the shirt and undergarments, but insisted on getting back into his own breeches and boots. The diamond, inside its little pouch, was securely tied to a loop inside his waistband and he was not about to draw attention to it. When he was ready, he checked his appearance in the mirror and frowned. The scrape below his eye had now crusted over and the gash that had been stitched up was as ugly and angry looking as ever. Hopefully Georgiana would see his other qualities. He was about to open the door, when the bowl of sugar cubes on the breakfast tray caught his eye and he pocketed a few. Given his lack of horsemanship, perhaps a bribe would be necessary.

The group was clustered by the fence, watching each animal as it was brought from its stall and paraded about before being set free to roam the corral. The gentlemen huddled together pointing out the various attributes of each animal, while Anne, Georgiana and Gertrude carefully studied their temperaments and marveled at their beauty. Horatio, his hands clasped behind his back, now unobtrusively joined the gentleman and listened attentively to their assessment of each beast. There was much he had to learn.

Gertrude proudly pointed out the mare that her brother had chosen for her, a magnificent creature with a lively temperament and an elegant gait. “Christian had initially been afraid that she was a bit wild for me,” she said, … “that I would have trouble handling her. But I proved to him that she and I can get on very well together and now she is mine! Do you ride, Miss Darcy?”

“Oh yes!,” said Georgiana. “My brother and I share a great love of horses. I adore the freedom that riding allows and I find that I get terribly attached to my horses. But then, horses and dogs bring such richness into a person’s life I think.” As she was saying this, she noticed a young mare with a particularly regal trot coming towards her. The animal’s warm brown eyes fixed on hers as she came directly to her, eager for friendship and affection.

“Hello, my beauty,” laughed Georgiana, as the mare nuzzled her face and neck, allowing herself to be petted and rubbed in return. Then, without warning, the mare stretched out her neck to reach for the flowers on Georgiana’s bonnet and began nibbling and tugging at them, pulling her forward in the process.

“Oh, wait! Stop it, you silly girl. Those flowers are not real! Can’t you tell?” she cried as she tried to untie the ribbons that were now choking her. Christian was beside her immediately, slapping the mare about the ears to get her to release her hold. Grasping her mane, he led her away, reprimanding her as he went, but Georgiana followed him begging, “No, please, don’t be cross with her. She is such a dear and I had no business wearing that silly hat in her presence. It looked like candy to her, Christian; please let her stay! We were just becoming friends.”

He turned and chuckled at her sweet outburst. “You are a very forgiving creature,” he said, “She has destroyed your pretty bonnet and yet you want to reward her for it. I’m sorry Miss Darcy, but she must learn her place when she is with people. It will not do for her to go nibbling on everything she takes a fancy to.” And handing her over to a stable boy, he said. “Tie her up there by the post for a while and let her pine for her freedom.”

Gertrude had been watching this little three-way interaction and saw an opportunity to win Georgiana’s confidence. So taking her hand, she marched them both to Christian’s side, demanding his attention. “Christian, I have just found out that Miss Darcy is a true horsewoman and we would both prefer a ride on this beautiful day to touring the castle and admiring old furniture. Would you have Spirit and that sweet mare saddled up for us?” And here she leaned in to say with grin, “We need not always be with Mama and Aunt Beatrice, you know.”

Knowing his sister as he did, he consented, but only after teasing Georgiana about spoiling his mare and looking to Darcy for his approval. He then turned his attention to Horatio who had not yet chosen a mount for their morning ride.

“Well, Mr. Hornblower, which of these beauties would you like me to have saddled for you?”

“I confess I know very little about horseflesh, Prince Christian. I was actually going to ask for the mare that Miss Darcy is about to take out. I think she would do very well for me, if you are willing to part with her. As for now, I’ll take any gentle beast that won’t wish to throw me off his back.”

“Why in the world would you want a docile little mare like that when you could have one of these magnificent and spirited stallions? She will surely be incapable of giving you the exercise you need. She is no jumper, that is for certain.”

“Well perhaps I won’t be the only one riding her,” said Horatio. “Miss Darcy seems rather fond of her and I thought that she would make a lovely remembrance of our visit to Denmark.” Horatio kept his eyes on the horses as he spoke, but he could sense that his words had hit their mark.

“I doubt that Miss Darcy will have a need for any remembrance of her first experiences in Denmark, although I am sure that she will come to look back on them rather fondly,” said Christian in low voice. “Now please, allow me to suggest an animal worthy of you, Sir. He is aptly named Lord Nelson and I believe you will do very well together.”

Horatio knew he was in trouble.

Lord Nelson was led into the coral snorting and fighting the reins his handler was nervously holding. He reared on his hind legs, frightening the boy out of his way and it took Christian a few moments to calm him.

“There, that’s better. As you can see, he just needs a firm hand. He is powerful and spirited, just like his namesake – and a far more appropriate mount for a naval hero.”

Horatio bristled at the words. This beast was capable of breaking every bone in his body, but how could he refuse him? He had put Christian on the defensive and now it was clear that he was going to pay.

“I wonder why a Dane would name a horse Lord Nelson?” asked Horatio.

“Out of respect for an admirable foe, of course,” replied Christian, not taking his eyes from his.

“I would imagine you would have thought Nelson quite merciless,” said Horatio, intensifying his stare. “He did inflict terrible damage on Copenhagen even after he was ordered to cease fire, and he threatened to burn the Danish fleet with all its men on board, forcing your uncle to surrender. You must think this animal a similar brute. Is that why you have offered him to me?” said Horatio with perfect composure.

Christian grinned. “I thought you’d enjoy the challenge, Hornblower. But you need not take him. I can find you another docile mare to ride.”

“No, no! We naval heroes must stick together,” replied Horatio. “Although he outranks me, of course, I’ll see if I can’t win his cooperation. Hopefully, I’ll survive the experience with nothing more than a bruised bottom.”

Christian handed him the reins with a, “Then I shall leave you two to get to know each other,” and returned to Darcy’s side.

Holding the bridle firmly in both hands, Horatio stood before Lord Nelson and tried to look into his eyes. The horse continued to fuss and snort, pulling this way and that to pull his captor off balance. Horatio whispered to him as he held his ground.

“Now look, old boy. I understand how you feel; I don’t like him very much myself. But that is precisely why you and I have to work together. Well, that’s not entirely true. I need your help a hell-of-a-lot more than you need mine! All I want is for you to have some mercy on me, and if it all possible, not make me look completely ridiculous.”

He reached into his pocket for the sugar and Lord Nelson’s muzzle immediately followed his hand to his breeches. He sniffed and snorted as he rubbed his nose against Horatio’s groin and thigh, and then backed up a bit to make eye contact, his long dark lashes accentuating the gentleness of his warm brown eyes. Horatio knew instinctively that he was being judged by his scent, not the fragrantly clean one, but the one that was the essence of who he was. It was a test of character. He held out the sugar cubes for him to take, but the horse nuzzled his neck and shoulder, declaring the truce, before taking the spoils of their short-lived war. Horatio breathed deeply in relief, and stroking him as he ate, whispered again. “Now we can’t make this look too easy. They don’t all have to know that you are the most affectionate animal in the world.”

The ladies and their mounts now trotted out of the stables, their faces bright with happy anticipation. As Horatio’s head turned, so did Lord Nelson’s and he eagerly trotted over to them to pay his respects, lurching his unsuspecting rider backwards in his saddle. Georgiana stifled a laugh and made a few suggestions that Horatio was very happy to try. It was obvious that Lord Nelson was in love as well and when they were alone again, Horatio congratulated him on his excellent taste in women.

“Will you ask your lady fair to take good care of mine,” he whispered to him, leaning over his mane. The horse whinnied in reply, turning this way and that so that Horatio had to concentrate very hard on keeping him moving forward. He was unsure whether this was part of Lord Nelson’s game plan or whether he had prematurely congratulated himself on winning him over.

The others were getting impatient and Prince Christian suggested everyone follow him across the meadow. Frederick and Darcy pranced off behind him, but try as he may, Horatio could not get Lord Nelson to stop roaming about in circles. He pulled tighter on the reins, only to have him rear up in a fit of temper, nearly throwing him out of his saddle. But holding onto ropes and lines was something Horatio was used to, and although his body lost contact with his saddle several times, he remained upright and always landed back in the seat. Then suddenly, as if having decided that it was time to cooperate, Lord Nelson shot forward, gaining speed to catch up with the rest.

For a few moments Horatio proudly rode beside them, grinning at Frederick, who was clearly relieved to see him successful at last. “This was not so difficult,” thought Horatio. “I could learn to enjoy this!” He urged Lord Nelson on, but the beast suddenly took it upon himself to rear to the left and raced off in that direction. When Horatio tried to rein him in, he bucked so violently that Horatio was thrown to the ground. Darcy and Frederick were at his side immediately.

“Are you all right, my boy?” asked Frederick, truly concerned.

“I’ve been better,” groaned Horatio, lifting himself up and testing out every joint and muscle before straightening himself to a standing position. “Look, it is clear to me, that I was not supposed to come along today. The fates had it right the first time. I’m only being a nuisance to you all. I’ll make my way back slowly; you get along and have a good ride. I’ll see you tonight if you get back at a decent hour. Please, please don’t fuss,” he said, as he became aware of Christian’s contented gaze. “You can make this as painless for me as possible by just allowing me to go.”

Darcy nodded his head and mounted his stallion, announcing to Christian that they would proceed alone. But Frederick was uncomfortable leaving him. “What will you do about the horse? He is quite a ways off, although he has stopped to graze for now. Can I get him for you?”

“No, no. He and I have a very good understanding. First he humiliates me and then when there is no one to witness it, he turns into a kitten.”

He was making his way painfully towards Lord Nelson, who stopped his grazing every once in a while to look his way, as if to say, “What is taking you so long?”

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” he shouted. “You could, of course, meet me half way. But that would be asking too much of someone of your reputation, would it not?”

Lord Nelson whinnied and shaking his head up and down, took a few steps to the left, urging Horatio on.

“If you bolt when I get closer, I shall simply walk back to the castle on my own,” shouted Horatio. “I am not responsible for you and although I thought you were my friend, I will have no problem leaving you here. Let them come and fetch you, insolent beast! I’m not chasing you!”

Lord Nelson whinnied, tossing his head to the left again, as if he were pointing something out to him. Horatio shielded his eyes from the sun and saw a flash of blue on the grass and the two mares grazing near by.

“Why you devil!” murmured Horatio to himself. “You’ve arranged take us courting!” He had come close enough now to take the reins and did so gingerly, fearing he might take off again, but Lord Nelson seemed very glad to see him and nuzzled him affectionately.

“If you‘re considering this an apology, I’m not accepting it. There was no need for you to throw me like that…..”

But Lord Nelson wasn’t listening. He had taken the ends of the reins in his mouth and was pulling Horatio towards the ladies. So determined was this animal that Horatio let him have his way and walked along beside him. “I don’t really think it is proper for us to disturb them, Nelson. They must be enjoying a private chat on the grass and our presence will be seen as an intrusion.”

He looked over toward the spot where he had seen the flash of blue in the hope that Georgiana had seen him as well, and would beckon him to join them. But he could not see her upper body at all, only the billowing of her skirt. He looked around for Gertrude, but could not spot her. Well, perhaps she was lying on her back in the high grass. He didn’t know many ladies that would actually do that, but he would admire her for it, if she did. Suddenly, Lord Nelson pulled free and galloped off to Georgiana’s mare, who was exceedingly happy to see him. Horatio laughed to himself and sat down to watch. Oh, to be a feisty stallion! If only he could take what he wanted so easily.

A few moments had passed before Horatio realized that the ladies had not reacted to Lord Nelson’s appearance at all. In fact, nothing had changed. Gertrude had not lifted herself off the ground and Georgiana had not moved in either direction. Something was wrong! He could not imagine what it could be on this peaceful meadow with no one else around, but he found himself racing towards them, cursing himself for not having seen the signs sooner. He called out to her, shouting her name over and over again, but neither she not Gertrude answered his call.

When he got close enough to see her clearly, she was lying prone on the grass, her arms stretched out…. Dear G-d, no! She was stretched out on the edge of what appeared to be a cliff, straining to hold onto Gertrude, who was dangling below. He came up behind her, far more fearful that Gertrude would pull her over, than that she would loosen her grip on her friend. Being careful not to startle her, he said as calmly as he could, “Georgie, hold on! I’m going to pin you down and then grab Gertrude from you,… but don’t let go of her.”

He lay himself directly on top of her, pressing her against the earth, and then in one swift maneuver, grabbed Gertrude’s arms and pulled her up and over to the side. He then rolled off Georgiana, pulling both of them away from the edge of the cliff. Gertrude was sobbing so uncontrollably that although he wanted to hug Georgiana to him, he comforted her instead, stroking her hair and reassuring her that she was now safe. He cradled her in his arms as she wept.

Georgiana hid her face in her hands and wept as well. She had kept her composure for so long! The strain of holding on had drained every ounce of energy in her body and her arms and shoulders burned painfully. Had Horatio not arrived when he did, she knew they would both be lying at the bottom of the rocky embankment.

With his arm still around Gertrude, he reached out his other hand to her, tugging at her arm so that she would uncover her face and look at him. When she finally did, he whispered, “Come to me!” and she drew herself toward him, burying her face in his neck. The three of them sat this way for a very long time, until they could all breath evenly and were too exhausted to cry any more.

Gertrude admitted to having urged Georgiana to the edge of the cliff to show her the magnificent vista below, even though the ground was soggy and Georgiana had expressed her concern about it. “I’ve been here so many times, even after heavy rains and it has never given way before.” She started weeping again and Horatio soothed her.

“It’s over now. Let’s get back to the castle and have a physician look at the two of you. Georgie, you may have sprained your shoulder. Come, I’ll get the horses for you.”

“No! No one must know what happened!” cried Gertrude. “Dear G-d, if my uncle finds out that I put Georgiana in jeopardy he’ll never speak to me again,… and Christian!….No, please, you mustn’t tell! I know it is a lot to ask of you both. You have just saved my life and now I want you to lie for me! But if they find out, my life will never be the same. They will never trust me ... Christian will be so angry! He’ll take away my mare and any privilege I’ve ever had. Please, I beg you!”

“Gertrude, I’m sorry for the consequences you will have to suffer, but Georgiana needs to see a doctor now. I will not permit any delay,” shouted Horatio, furious that she would think so selfishly at such a time.

“Look, we can ride back together for most of the way, but if you go in on your own, Horatio, and pretend you never saw us, Georgina and I can come in by another entrance and admit to having had an accident of some sort. They’ll call a physician immediately and all will work out for the best. I know it is a lie, but….no one will be hurt by it and I will be forever grateful to you. Please…” she begged.

Georgiana’s red and swollen eyes sought his understanding as she nodded her approval of the plan. “It won’t make any difference to us one way or the other, Horatio, but I know what it is like to be a grown woman living in fear of a brother’s censure. We’ll make up the story on our end. You needn’t be involved in it. Just help me onto my horse. I’ll be all right; I promise you.”

As he bowed before Queen Beatrice and King Fredrik, he realized that he was no more presentable now than he had been that morning. He was caked with mud and the shirt they had given him was torn. He straightened himself uncomfortably. Anne and Elizabeth looked at him in alarm and he wished he had prepared a better excuse, but he had not, so he told the truth with some major omissions.

“I’m afraid that it was I who took the beating while I was teaching my horse to behave. As you can see,” joked Horatio, “he has had his way with me – though I did win him over in the end. Unfortunately, I could not get his cooperation in time to accompany the other gentleman and returned early. I think it would be best if I return to the Regalia and finish my work. Thank you for your warm hospitality.” He bowed to them again.

“I’ll call for a carriage to take you back,” offered Queen Beatrice, ringing the bell for a servant.

“If you please, your Majesty, I would appreciate being able to ride my now tamed stallion back to Copenhagen. It is a point of honor. I’ll send him back with the returning coach this evening, if that is acceptable to you.”

“Are you sure that is wise,” interrupted Anne. “It looks as if he threw you several times and if he does so on the road….”

“I assure you he is now my friend. You need not worry,” responded Horatio, smiling.

At that very moment, they heard the shouts of the returning horseman and Horatio was obliged to remain long enough to politely take his leave. Frederick was surprised to see him even filthier than when he had left him, but said nothing, and Darcy was sorry that he felt he had to leave them so soon. Christian only asked if transportation back to Copenhagen had been arranged for and when he was assured that it had, he could not conceal a grin as he wished him a safe and comfortable trip back.

Horatio turned and strode to the stables. As he and Lord Nelson smartly pranced out, he waved to the group and then cantered up the long path to the main gate. He never turned around to see their faces, but continued riding with a very a satisfied grin on his own. If only he could be there to hear the doctor’s report on Georgiana. He worried about her in the hands of Christian and Gertrude Swenson.

Doctor Bruhn had left them with the happy news that Georgiana’s painful shoulders were only inflamed. They would cause her some discomfort for the next few days, but no real damage had been done. Elizabeth and Fitzwilliam had just left her to sleep, when a soft knock at the door startled her. “Come in,” she called.

Gertrude closed the door behind her and came to sit at Georgiana’s side. Taking her hand, she stroked it as she spoke. “I cannot tell you what your willingness to take the blame for all this means to me. I shall remember it always and hope that you will give me the opportunity to be an equally good friend. And please tell Mr. Hornblower that he will always be my personal hero. I must admit that despite my hysterical condition, I was not unaffected by his charms. I found it more than comforting to be held in his embrace.”

Georgiana’s eyes widened in alarm and Gertrude saw it immediately. “Oh, dear! I never realized,” she dissembled, “you are very fond of him – and he of you! Of course! The last dance at the ball…how stupid of me! Well, do not fear, Georgiana, I am very taken with him – what woman would not be - but I have no designs on him, I promise you. In fact, I know that my brother is arranging an appropriate marriage for me this winter. I only hope he is as good-looking as our Mr. Hornblower! You are a very lucky girl.”

In her weakened state, Georgiana could hardly keep up with Gertrude’s rambling, but she had that awful feeling that she was somehow being manipulated. She had to focus on what was being said and think very carefully before she uttered a word herself. If only Gertrude would leave her to rest!

“So when is the happy day?” asked Gertrude innocently.

“I beg your pardon?” replied Georgiana.

“When are the two of you to be married? Your brother has approved the match, has he not? The two of them appear to be great friends.”

“Yes, they have become very close since their terrible experience in the cavern. Forgive me, Gertrude, but my eyes are begging to close and my head aches. Could we talk again later, after I have slept a while? I don’t mean to be rude, but..,”

“No, no! Of course! How insensitive of me! I’ll let you rest.” She bent to kiss Georgiana’s brow and giving her a warm smile, turned to leave the room.

Gertrude was impressed. She didn’t think the mousy little Miss Darcy would see through her so easily. Yet she smiled to herself as she went in search of her brother. She had never known a woman who was not ready to shout the news of her engagement from the rooftops and Georgiana’s omissions were as telling as the unhappy look on her face. Even if their engagement was a secret, her reaction would have been different. No, she had good news for her brother. She was sure of it!

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