A Bound Of Honour Part 18

When Andre did not emerge, Lady Juliane lengthened her stride and called to him. A scream from within the copse answered her. The old fears filled her anew. Raising her skirts, Juliane raced for the copse.

The bodyguard and Lord Adrian entered the thicket first ahead of her. Lady Juliane struggled to follow

them but the branches caught and tore her gown.

"Andre! Andre!" she called, but there was no answer.

Pus.h.i.+ng ahead, she lost sight of Lord Adrian and the bodyguard but could hear the crunch of gravel and

the snap of branches ahead of her. Would there never be a clearing? Juliane wondered desperately. Then, coming to a small one, she tripped and half fell. Looking down, she saw the culprit, a large rock. Picking it up, Juliane pressed forward.

Meanwhile Andre kicked and thrashed with all his might. His abductor, hampered by the closeness of

the trees and brush, momentarily loosened his grip.

"Ma mere!" screamed Andre. As the man's dirty hand closed over his mouth once more, the boy sunk his teeth into it. Hearing Andre's scream, Lady Juliane realized she wasn't far from the boy. She pushed forward with all her strength. The French curses to the right drew her in that direction. Finally she could see a stranger. And he had Andre.

Holding her skirts tightly with her free hand, Juliane edged forward. Coming within reach, she dropped her skirts and raised the rock in both hands. As the man turned at her intake of breath, she brought the rock down hard against his head.

He crumpled, senseless, to the ground. Andre writhed free and flew to Juliane.

As she held him tightly, she looked at the p.r.o.ne figure in horror. Blood oozed through his hair and dripped to the ground.

Snapping and crackling branches brought Lady Juliane's gaze around. She saw Lord Adrian and the bodyguard close behind him. Instead of being relieved at the sight of her and the boy, Lord Adrian looked angry. Kneeling beside him, the earl placed a hand over the man's heart. "He's alive. Morton, take this scoundrel and lock him up. I will question him later.

"Juliane, are you and Andre unharmed?"

"Yes, my lord."

Her cold reply struck him as odd but now was not the time for questions. "Let me take you back to the house. We must be doubly careful in the future. If I am to help you, you must tell me what this is about."

"I will think on it, my lord," Juliane answered as they came into the open. Suspicion had formed a cold band about her heart.

Was it he they had to fear? What could Lord Tretain gain? There was so much they did not know about him. She had come so close to entrusting him with their safety.

Lady Julian could not discount, however much she wished to, that the attempt had been made only after she had failed to agree that they go on in the current manner. Had Lord Adrian's greeting to the gardener been a signal to proceed with the kidnapping?

The situation was becoming increasingly confused. It seemed she was surrounded by enemies.

But why? What did they want?

CHAPTER 14.

A week after the attempt to abduct Andre, Lady Tretain adopted an engrossed pose over her needlework while she kept a studied eye on Lady Juliane. The countess still had been unable to learn the reason for the kidnapping.

The captured man had escaped the night of his capture. Despite the sharp words that had occurred over the escape, the countess had noticed that her son had continued his carefree manner with Lady Juliane. Juliane thought Adrian had set the man free.

That evening, for the first time since their arrival at Trees, Lord Adrian failed to join them for the evening meal. Although this had upset Lady Tretain, Lady Juliane was more relieved than distressed. She did not feel prepared for the confrontation certain to ensue over the voluminous stack of boxes and packages that had been delivered to her room that day from London-Adrian's promised gift.

Juliane had declined to open even one, certain of what was within. Their presence in her room strengthened her resolve to leave Trees as quickly as she could fathom a method.

"Lady Juliane, are you listening?"

"Pardon, my lady, my mind was wandering. What is it you said?"

"Arrangements for the ball are complete. Preparations will begin on the morrow. I have received confirmation from all of those invited.

"Lord and Lady Stern will arrive the day after the morrow. Of course, Sir Percival Elliott, my husband's nephew, is coming and Adrian has indicated some of his friends will join us." Lady Tretain was surprised to see that this news had somehow Lady Juliane.

"Was there someone you wished to invite?"

"No, I can think of no one," Lady Juliane faltered thinking that it would soon be too late. Once visitors arrived, her chance to escape would be gone. Lord Adrian had to tell the truth. They could not go through with this. What did he hope to accomplish?

"As I was saying, my dear, the decorations will be in Lord Adrian's favourite colours, silver and blue. He has told me that the gown he ordered for you is in those colours. Do you wish to go through the family jewels? I am certain you will find something among them to complement your gown."

Giving her head a shake as if to clear it, Juliane said, "I am sorry, Lady Tretain. What is it you were saying?"

"Nothing, Lady Juliane. Perhaps it would be best if we retired for the evening."

"Yes," Lady Juliane answered absentmindedly. "I believe so." She laid down the needlework that had remained untouched the entire evening.

"May I ask-Is all well with you?" Lady Tretain inquired thawing briefly.

"Yes. Everything is as it has been. I bid you goodnight." * * * *

Up in her room, Lady Juliane paced. She had seen the two bodyguards on duty outside the children's rooms. Once they had lent an aura security. Now they were a hindrance. How could she manage to get away without them knowing?

A new thought struck her. Had Lord Adrian placed them there to keep an abductor out or to keep the children in? She must have this out with him.

Bess quietly entered the bedchamber. "Will you be wis.h.i.+ng to retire now, my lady, or shall I return later?"

"You may retire now, Bess. I shall look after myself." She waved away Bess's protests.

"I am more accustomed to doing for myself than you would guess. Be on your way. Good night."

There has to be a way out, she thought. This is not a prison. Lord Adrian seems to desire to please me in all things, for whatever good it does him. Mayhap I can use this.

If only I could dispense with the guards. Yes, I have it.

There will be no need to speak with the earl. Now for a good night's rest. I will need it.

Juliane soon fell into a fitful sleep. Hounded by dreams of disaster, she twisted and turned. The dream became reality when she realized the hand upon her shoulder was not a product of her imagination. Her scream was stifled by a firm hand.

"Calm yourself, there is nothing to fear. I must speak with you," Lord Adrian said urgently.

She stared at the figure before her. His hair was windswept and his breeches and boots mud-stained. In the candlelight there was something frightening in his pose.

She pulled the covers higher. "What is it you want?"

Smiling ruefully at her action, Lord Adrian relaxed imperceptibly and sat on the bed. "I am sorry to

frighten you in this way, but Mallatt has told me that guests will arrive two days hence. We must be in agreement on several points before they reach Trees."

"I see no need, my lord."

"When will you end this pretence?" he asked and gripped her wrist. "You have no choice but to do as I

command."

"No one commands me," Juliane threw back. She attempted to wrench her wrist free.

Capturing both her hands and holding them painfully, Lord Adrian hissed, "You will obey me."

Lady Juliane stemmed her anger with recollection of her plans for the morrow. She choked out a weak,

"Yes, my lord."

Lord Adrian froze at this unexpected answer when he had fully expected a major row. "I am glad you have come to your senses at last. It will ease things for both of us.

"When Lord and Lady Stern and our other visitors arrive, you will answer their questions truthfully-to an extent. At all times, be vague as to the length of our marriage. Simply ignore questions concerning the children. The only facts we will be open about is that you have been in France with the children and we will reveal your family name."

"But, my lord," Juliane said, momentarily forgetting her resolution, "that would leave me open to all manner of questions and," she ended bitterly, "ensure my downfall."

"Never fear for that, I have my plans. Did the garments I ordered arrive?"

"Yes, my lord," she answered tartly.

"Were they satisfactory?"

"But what else, my lord," Juliane snapped. "If that is all you wish, I would like to return to sleep."

Something in her voice disturbed Lord Adrian. She had not quibbled or refused the garments. Something

was amiss. This decided him against telling her of the progress being made in locating the abductors-the

reason for his absence.

"I bid you good night then, my lady. Sleep well." Taking the candle and turning to leave, his eye caught the neatly stacked boxes and parcels in the shadows of the far corner of the room. s.h.i.+fting his gaze back to Lady Juliane, he asked, "We are in agreement?"

"Of course, my lord. As you say, I have little choice."

Juliane watched as the door closed behind him. "I must be successful tomorrow. For my sake as well as the children's!"

CHAPTER 15.

The morning brought heart-sinking disappointment to Lady Juliane. The weather had proven completely uncooperative. Her plans were of no use.

Juliane stood gazing out of the floor-length windows which graced the outer wall of the smaller family salon. The rain pelted mercilessly against them and the wind swept savagely through the budding branches of the trees. There would be no venturing outdoors this day.

Engrossed in these thought Lady Juliane did not know anyone had entered the room until she heard, just behind her, "Such weather is depressing, is it not?"

Starting at the unexpected intrusion, Juliane drew in a breath when she turned her head and saw LordAdrian at her side. She relaxed slightly. He can not read my thoughts.

Adrian watched the play of emotions on Juliane's features and stifled a smile as she a.s.sumed an unconcerned air.