Harry nodded. "G.o.dspeed."

Bennet waved and rode off.

Harry spent the rest of the daylight hours laying low. When dusk fell, he made his way to West Dikey and the c.o.c.k and Worm. He ducked his head as he entered and scanned the crowd from under his low hat brim. A table of farmers, smoking clay pipes in the corner, burst into boisterous laughter. A weathered-looking barmaid dodged with practiced ease a heavy hand aimed at her rump and made her way to the counter.

"d.i.c.k in tonight?" Harry bawled in her ear.

"Sorry, luv." She pivoted and shouldered a tray of drinks. "Maybe later."

Harry frowned and ordered a pint from the counterman, a lad he remembered seeing once or twice before. Was d.i.c.k hiding in back or was he really not in the building? He leaned on the wood counter while he thought and watched a gentleman, obviously a traveler, judging from the mud on his boots, enter and stare bemusedly around. The man's face was handsome but long and bland, rather like a goat's. Harry shook his head. The traveler must've missed the sign for the White Mare. He wasn't the c.o.c.k and Worm's usual type of customer.

The boy slid Harry his mug of ale, and Harry rolled a few coins back. He moved over and took a sip as the traveler came to the counter.

"Pardon me, but do you know the way to Woldsly Manor?"

Harry froze for a second, his mug at his lips. The stranger hadn't paid him any attention; he was leaning over the counter to the boy.

"Say again?" the boy shouted.

"Woldsly Manor," the stranger raised his voice. "Lady Georgina Maitland's estate. I'm an intimate of her younger sister, Lady Violet. I can't seem to find the road-"

The boy's gaze darted to Harry.

Harry clapped his hand on the other's shoulder, making the stranger start. "I can show you the way, friend, soon as I finish my ale."

The man turned, his face brightening. "Would you?"

"No problem at all." Harry nodded at the boy. "Another pint for my friend here. I'm sorry, didn't catch your name?"

"Wentworth. Leonard Wentworth."

"Ah." Harry suppressed a feral smile. "Let's find a table, shall we?" As the other man turned, Harry leaned over the counter and murmured urgent instructions to the boy, then pa.s.sed him a coin.

An hour later, when the middle Maitland brother strolled into the c.o.c.k and Worm, Wentworth was on his fourth pint. Harry had been nursing his second for some time now and felt as if he needed a bath. Wentworth had been quite forthcoming about bedding a fifteen-year-old, his marriage hopes, and what he would do with Lady Violet's money once he got his hands on it.

So it was with some relief that Harry spotted the red Maitland hair. "Over here," he shouted at the newcomer.

He'd only spoken to Lady Georgina's middle brother once or twice, and the man hadn't been all that friendly. But all of Maitland's animosity was reserved for Harry's companion at the moment. He made his way to them with a look that would've sent Wentworth running, had be been sober.

"Harry." The redheaded man nodded at him; only then did Harry remember his name: Oscar.

"Maitland." Harry nodded. "Like you to meet an acquaintance of mine, Leonard Wentworth. Says he seduced your younger sister this last summer."

Wentworth paled. "Now w-w-wait a-"

"Really?" Oscar drawled.

"Indeed," Harry said. "He's been telling me about his debts and how her dowry will help settle them, once he's blackmailed her into marriage."

"Interesting." Oscar grinned. "Perhaps we should discuss this outside." He took one of Wentworth's arms. "May I a.s.sist you?" Harry asked. "Please." Harry took the other. "Uhh!" was all Wentworth got out before they frog marched him through the doors. "I've got a carriage over here." Oscar was no longer smiling. Wentworth whimpered. Oscar casually cuffed him over the head and Wentworth subsided. "I'll take him to London and my brothers." "Do you need my help on the road?" Harry asked. Oscar shook his head. "You've got him pretty far gone with drink. He'll sleep most of the way." They heaved Wentworth's now-inert body into the carriage. Oscar dusted his hands. "Thanks, Harry. We owe you." "No, you don't." Maitland hesitated. "Well, thanks, anyway." Harry raised his hand in a salute, and the carriage pulled away. Oscar poked his head through the retreating carriage window. "Hey, Harry!" "What?" "You fit in." Oscar waved and ducked back. Harry stared as the carriage barreled around the corner.

GEORGE DIDN'T SLEEP WELL ANYMORE. Maybe it was the life growing inside of her, making its presence known by disturbing her sleep. Maybe it was the thought of the decisions she must make soon. Or maybe it was wondering where Harry was spending the night. Was he sleeping under the stars, shivering in a bundled up cloak? Had he found sanctuary with friends somewhere? Was he keeping another woman warm tonight?

No, best not to think of that.She rolled over and stared out her black bedroom window. Maybe it was just the chill of the autumn air. A tree branch rattled in the wind. George drew the covers up to her chin. She'd found Harry's latest gift earlier when she'd prepared for bed. A small, rather funny eel. She'd thought it a snake at first, before remembering the fairy tale. Then she could see the tiny fin running along the creature's back. Did that complete her collection? He'd made all the animals the Leopard Prince had obtained for the princess. Perhaps it was his way of saying good-bye.

A shadow shifted outside her window, and the frame slid smoothly up. Harry Pye swung a leg over the sill and climbed into her room.

Thank goodness. "Is that how you've been getting in and out?"

"Mostly I've been sneaking in the kitchen door." Harry gently shut the window.

"That's not nearly as romantic as the window." George sat up and hugged her knees to her chest.

"No, but it's a lot easier."

"I had noticed that it's a three-story drop to the ground."

"With p.r.i.c.kly rose bushes at the base, my lady. I hope you saw those, too." He strolled to the bed.

"Mmm. I did see the roses. Of course, now that I know you were merely using the kitchen entrance . . ."

"Not tonight."

"No, not tonight," George agreed. Oh, how she loved him. His green, ever-watchful eyes. His words, so carefully chosen. "But, even so, I'm afraid it has shattered some of my dreams."

Harry's lips twitched. His mouth sometimes gave him away.

"I found the eel tonight." She nodded at her dressing table.

He didn't follow her gaze. Instead, he continued to watch her. "I have one more." He held out his fist and opened his fingers.

A leopard lay on his palm. "Why is it caged?"

George took it from him and looked closely. The workmanship was incredibly cunning. The cage was all of one piece but separate from the leopard within. He would've had to whittle the animal inside the cage. The leopard in turn wore a miniscule chain about its neck, each link carefully delineated. A tiny, tiny crown hung from the chain.

"It's marvelous," she said, "but why did you carve the leopard in a cage?"

He shrugged. "It's enchanted, isn't it?"

"I suppose, but-"

"I thought you'd ask me why I'm here." He paced to the dresser.

She'd have to tell him soon, just not yet. Not while he seemed on the verge of flight. George set the caged leopard on her knees. "No. I'm just glad you're with me." She poked a finger through the bars and gently moved the leopard's necklace. "I'll always be happy when you come to me."

"Will you?" Harry was looking down at the carved animals.

"Yes."

"Hmm," he murmured noncommittally. "Sometimes I've asked that question of myself: Why I keep coming back when I've already said good-bye."

"And do you have an answer for yourself?" George held her breath, hoping.

"No. Except that I can't seem to stay away."

"Maybe that's your answer, then."

"No. It's too simple." He turned to look at her. "A man should be able to lead his life, make his decisions, in a more reasoned way. I said I would leave you, and so I should have."

"Really?" She set the leopard on the little table beside her bed and propped her chin on her knees. "But then what are emotions for? The good Lord gave them to men just as much as he gave intellectual thought. Surely He meant us to use our feelings as well?"

He frowned. "Emotions shouldn't hold sway over reasoned thought."

"Why not?" George asked softly. "If the Lord gave us both, then surely your emotion-your love of me-is just as important as what you think about our match. Perhaps it's more important."

"Is it for you?" Harry began to walk back to the bed.

"Yes." George lifted her head. "My love for you is more important than the fears I might have of marriage or of letting a man have dominion over me."

"What fears are those, my lady?" He had reached her bedside again. He stroked a finger down her cheek.

"That you might betray me with another woman." She leaned her cheek on his hand. "That we might eventually grow apart and even come to hate each other." She waited, but he didn't try to allay her worries. She sighed. "My own parents didn't have a happy marriage."

"Nor did mine." Harry sat on the bed to take off his boots. "My mother betrayed Da for years; perhaps for the whole of their marriage. Yet he forgave her again and again. Until he could forgive her no more." He removed his coat.

"He loved her," George said softly.

"Yes, and it made him weak and eventually led to his death."

She could no more rea.s.sure him than he'd been able to rea.s.sure her. She wouldn't ever betray him with another man; she knew that. But who was to say she wouldn't lead to his destruction in another way? Did loving her make Harry weak?

George studied the caged leopard. "He gets free, you know."

He paused in unb.u.t.toning his waistcoat and raised his eyebrows.

She held up the carving. "The Leopard Prince. He's freed in the end."

"Tell me." He shrugged off the waistcoat.

She took a deep breath, and said slowly, "The young king brought the Golden Eel to the father king, just as he had the other gifts. But the Golden Eel was different."

"It was ugly." Harry started on his shirt.

"Well, yes," George admitted. "But besides that, it could speak, and it was wise. When the father king got it alone, it said, 'Tush! That weakling no more stole me than the wind did. Listen now, tell the young king that the beautiful princess will only marry the man who wears the golden chain with the emerald crown on it. Then you will have the man who has done all these wonderful things. That man and no other shall be her bridegroom.' "

"I'm beginning to suspect you are making parts of this fairy tale up, my lady." Harry tossed his shirt to a chair.

George held up her hand. "On my honor as a Maitland. This is exactly how Cook's aunt told it to me in the kitchen of my town house over tea and crumpets."

"Huh."

She leaned back against the headboard. "So the father king marched back to the young king and told him the Golden Eel's words. The young king smiled and said, 'Oh, that's easy enough!' And he didn't even have to return home, for he'd brought the Leopard Prince with him. He went to the Leopard Prince and said, 'Give me that chain that hangs about your neck.' " She paused a moment to watch as Harry started to unb.u.t.ton his breeches. "And what do you think the Leopard Prince said?"

He snorted. "Shove it up your"-he glanced at her-"nose?"

"No, of course not." She frowned severely. "No one talks like that in fairy tales."

"Perhaps they ought."

She ignored his mutter. "The Leopard Prince said, 'Impossible, my liege, for if I remove this chain, I will soon sicken and die.'The young king replied, 'Well, that's a pity, for I've found you quite useful, but I need the chain now, so you must give it to me at once.'And so the Leopard Prince did." George looked at Harry, expecting a protest, a comment, something.

But he simply returned her gaze and removed his breeches. This made her temporarily forget where she was in the fairy tale. She watched as he sat on the bed beside her, quite nude.

"And?" he murmured. "Is that it? The Leopard Prince dies and the young king marries the beautiful princess?"

George reached up and untied the black ribbon holding his queue. She ran her fingers through his brown hair, spreading it on his shoulders. "No."

"Then?"

"Turn around."

Harry arched his eyebrows, but turned so his back was to her.

"The young king presented himself to the father king," George said quietly as she stroked her hands down his back, feeling the b.u.mps of his spine. "And the father king had to admit that he wore the chain described by the Golden Eel. Reluctantly, he sent for his daughter, the beautiful princess." She paused to dig her thumbs into the muscles that sloped up from his shoulders to his neck.

Harry let his head fall forward. "Ahhh."

"But the beautiful princess took one look at the young king and started laughing. Naturally, all the courtiers and ladies and lords and the people who hang about a royal court just stared at the beautiful princess. They could not understand why she laughed." She worked her fingers into the muscles at the back of his head.

Harry groaned.

George leaned forward and whispered in his ear as she bore down on his shoulder muscles. "Finally her father, the king, said, 'What causes such mirth, my daughter?' And the beautiful princess said, 'Why, the chain doesn't fit him!' "

"How can a chain not fit?" Harry mumbled over his shoulder.

"Shhh." George pushed his head back down. "I don't know. It probably hung to his knees or something." She dug her thumbs into the hills along his spine. "Anyway, the beautiful princess looked around the court and said, 'There. That is the man the chain belongs to.' And, of course, it was the Leopard Prince-"

"What, she just picked him out of the crowd?" He twisted out of her hands this time.

"Yes!" George placed her hands on her hips. "Yes, she just picked him out of the crowd. He was an enchanted Leopard Prince, remember. I'm sure he looked quite distinguished."

"He was dying, you said." Harry was almost surly now. "He probably looked a right mess."

"Well, he didn't after the beautiful princess put the chain back on him." George crossed her arms. Really. Men were quite unreasonable sometimes. "He got better right away, and the beautiful princess kissed him, and they were married."

"Probably it was the kiss that revived him." Harry's mouth quirked. He leaned toward her. "And was the spell broken? He never turned into a leopard again?"

She blinked. "Cook's aunt didn't say. I would think so, wouldn't you? I mean, that is the usual thing in fairy tales, the spell is broken and they marry."