had arranged for the house to be opened, for Sir Richard and Colonel Denny could not remain at Darcy House while Anne was in residence. Denny would be retrieved in the morning by the Darcy party when Anne and Mrs. Jenkinson were delivered for their journey to Kent with Richard.
“Good-bye, Denny. Mind the army for me,” said Christopher. “I expect you will be a general ’ere long.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Denny, I am Brandon to you.”
“Brigadier,” cried Denny, using Brandon’s brevet title, “you will
Marianne embraced the younger man. “May you obtain your heart’s desire, Colonel.”
“All things in God’s time,” he replied with a grin. Denny estimated that Lydia would require only six months of mourning before she would allow him to make his intentions known.
Christopher and Sir Richard shook each other’s hands. “Congrat-ulations, Fitz. I know you will be happy.”
“Thank you, Brandon. Give my love to that daughter of yours. Marianne, farewell.”
She kissed his cheek. “Until the wedding, I suppose. I am so happy for you and Anne! Safe journey.” She turned, and Brandon helped her back into the carriage.
Christopher turned back to the others, one foot in the carriage. “Good-bye, friends! Drive on, driver!”
As the carriage moved away, Marianne moved into her husband’s arms, a place she planned to spend much time in the future—perhaps the rest of her life.
“I cannot help thinking of poor Sir John. Had it been you—oh, I cannot bear it! I shall speak of it no more!”
“Hush, m’love. Do not worry. I have put in my papers. I will fight no more forever.”
“I was so proud of you yet frightened for you at the same time. I might be a coward, but I want you home in our bed, never to leave again.”
He kissed her tenderly. “I wish to be nowhere else, my Marianne,”—he started to smile—“although it will be a crowded place soon, I trust. When is the baby due?”
“Around New Years. Maybe it will be a Christmas baby.”
Christopher counted backwards. “After, I should think.”
“Perhaps. Do you think Joy will like a baby brother?”
“You do not know it will be a boy.”
“I was right about the other thing. You must trust me on this.”
Christopher gave up with an amused shake of his head. After all, she might be right. “I have but one request. If the babe is a boy, his name must be John Richard.”
She looked at his face with tears in her eyes. “Perfect—and Sir John and Caroline shall be his godparents.”
As Christopher bent to kiss her again, he murmured, “Perfect.”
There were no more sounds from the Brandon carriage as it rolled through the London night towards home and Joy.
The emperor stood on the deck of the
The officer of the deck, the ship’s second lieutenant, was at his station upon the quarterdeck, trying to keep his mind on his business. Yet, the young Englishman could not prevent his eyes from returning to the living statue. He knew all aboard had been ordered to refer to the ship’s honored guest as “
The lieutenant wondered what the emperor was thinking. Once, this man was Emperor of the French, near- conqueror of Europe, the most dangerous and feared man in the world. Now, he was a powerless prisoner on his way to exile.
There would be no escape for him from this prison, the lieutenant reflected. Saint Helena was in the middle of the bloody South Atlantic Ocean.
To make sure that the emperor would spend his last days there, the lords of the Admiralty had decreed that a squadron of warships should keep station off the god-forsaken piece of rock until
“LAND HO!” cried the lookout.
“WHERE AWAY?” returned the lieutenant.
“TWO POINTS OFF THE STARBOARD BOW!”
A half-dozen telescopes were clapped to a half-dozen eyes, but it was useless. From the deck, the island was still below the horizon. As he lowered his instrument, the lieutenant noticed that the statue had come to life. The emperor strained to see the isle, standing on tiptoe. The officer almost handed him the telescope but thought the better of it.
Turning to a midshipman, the lieutenant said, “Give the captain my compliments and report land two points off the starboard bow.”
The youngster repeated the order and scurried below decks. Within minutes, the captain was on deck, placing his hat on his head and ignoring the salute, all the off-duty officers following in his wake.
By now, the emperor was completely still again.
“Where away?” the captain demanded.
The lieutenant pointed out the reported direction as others, mainly the emperor’s entourage, emerged from below and began to fill the decks. Patiently, the captain peered through his telescope until the island was revealed. By now, those on deck could make out the dark spot on the horizon.
Turning to the midshipman, the captain said, “My compliments to the admiral and report that we have raised Saint Helena.” The lad saluted and left.
In the minutes that followed, as the
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