![]() The ghosts, reportedly legion, were friendly. Against the looming darkness, the candle's light seemed frail, but Leath had grown up in this rambling house. "I'll light the fires in your apartments."Īs George left, Leath collected his leather satchel of documents, lifted the chamber stick from the Elizabethan chest against the great hall's stone wall, and trudged down the long corridor toward his library. ![]() "Thank you, my lord." The young man in crimson livery took the coat and bowed. He'd considered putting up at an inn before the final desolate run across the heath, but the moon was full and the night was clear, if brutal, and his horse had been fresh. Knowing that he'd beat any message he sent to Alloway Chase, he'd left London in a rush. I can manage from here." At three in the morning, he wasn't selfish enough to keep the man at his beck and call. The further north he'd ventured, the less lovely and golden the weather became, until he'd arrived at his family seat in a freezing gale. When he'd left London, lovely, golden autumn had held sway. ![]() This year, winter came early to the moors. James Fairbrother, Marquess of Leath sighed with relief and whipped off his heavy topcoat as the footman fought to close the massive oak door against the blustery night. ![]() Alloway Chase, Yorkshire, late September 1828 ![]()
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