Enticing the Earl (16 page)

Charlie frowned as he stood and scanned the shelves again. “I don’t understand. I know you. If there was some type of old treasure you would want it to go to the British Museum, not Hertzog.” He sobered and frowned. “Sorry. I didn’t realize your finances were that bad off.”

Simon didn’t answer.

“How can I help you?” Charlie offered.

“Want to go dig in the dirt?”

Charlie smirked. “Behind Mrs. Perkins’s garden? Absolutely.”

“I told Mia we would go after she finishes with the dressmaker. We need to take a few footmen with us in case Davies or Lambert is there.”

“Aren’t they one in the same?” Charlie asked as he turned back toward the shelves. He pulled out one book and leafed through the pages.

“We can’t be certain yet.”

Charlie swung around with a grin. “I think I found something that might help us.”

Simon took an old bound journal from his brother’s hand. “The Ancient History of the Earls of Hartsfield.” Simon flipped through a few pages and smiled. “The Earl of Hartsfield was bestowed upon Edward Simon Blakesworth in thirteen hundred and ninty-nine for...”

“For what?” Charlie impatiently asked.

“I’m trying to determine just that. The ink has faded in a few spots over the last four hundred years. I believe it says just duty to the king.”

“Wait, is that duty to King Richard II or just duty to King Henry IV?”

“Excellent question. The letter of patent says Henry IV.”

Charlie waved him on. “Keep reading.”

Simon deciphered the text in silence for a while. “Apparently, the king asked then Sir Edward to investigate a possible uprising in the Midlands in support of Richard. Edward discovered a baron, I can’t read his name, was devising a way of getting Richard out of Pontefract Castle.”

“Ahh, so we supported the House of Lancaster.”

“So it would appear.”

“And if the baron lived here or near here, I suppose a small battle might have taken place between the baron with no name, his supporters, and Edward and his soldiers.”

Simon laughed. “If Mia hadn’t found that small cache of items, we never would have discovered this information.”

“Yes, but enough history for me. I say we dig,” Charlie said.

“I
f she sticks me with one more pin, I will scream,” Mia said to Selina after the eighth pin stuck her. She had no idea how ladies of quality enjoyed this.

“Just stand still, Mia,” Selina said, shaking her head as she examined the rolls of material on the table.

“Have you ever tried to stand still when someone is sticking pins in you?”

“Yes.” Selina picked up a sapphire silk fabric and brought it over by Mia’s shoulder. “I think this will be perfect for the wedding.”

“Sapphire is too dark for a wedding,” the dressmaker remarked. “I brought that for the ball.”

Selina nodded. “You are correct. This will make a beautiful ball gown.” She walked back to the table and pulled a silvery fabric.

“No,” Mia said. “That color will look dreadful on me.”

“I doubt that.” Selina brought the color closer and laughed. “You win. That is not a good color on you.”

How did they go from discussing herbs and medicinal treatments a few weeks ago to dress cuts and fabrics? Mia’s life had completely turned around in just over a fortnight and she was beginning to feel the strain of it all. “Just pick the pale green.”

“No,” both Selina and Mrs. Wilson said.

“The ivory silk,” Mrs. Wilson said, nodding toward the table.

“That is far too extravagant,” Mia insisted.

Selina turned with the ivory silk in her hand and nodded. “This is the perfect material for a woman marrying an earl.” She gave Mia a look that told her not to say another word on the subject.

“Very well,” Mia admitted defeat.

“We are all done for now,” Mrs. Wilson said as she packed up her things. “I shall have the gown for the wedding and the blue silk done by Tuesday. The rest of the things shall be sent down to Suffolk.”

“The other items?”

“Of course, you will need several dresses for the country party,” Selina said. “Colin insisted I meet with a French dressmaker in London to complete my wardrobe.”

“And you didn’t mind?” Thinking back to the way Selina used to comport herself, Mia wondered how such a free spirit could enjoy the torture of a dress fitting.

“It takes some adjusting,” Selina admitted with a smile. “But it is worth it for the man you love.”

The man you love. But what if you weren’t sure if you loved him?
Mia wondered if she would ever know for certain. Maybe she didn’t know how to love a man. She had never loved either of the men she’d been with before Simon. Perhaps some women could never learn to love a man.

But as the door opened and Simon entered the room, her heart skipped a beat. Dressed in an older-looking riding outfit of buff breeches and a brown jacket, he still looked more handsome than any other man she’d met. “Are you about finished?”

“Yes,” Mia answered in an excited voice. “I am so tired of being pricked and measured.”

“Good afternoon, Your Grace,” Simon said as Selina turned around to face him.

“I thought we’d agreed upon Selina.”

“So we did,” Simon replied. He glanced at Mia. “I believe you might wish to change before we leave.”

“Yes, I will be down in five minutes,” Mia said.

He nodded and bowed slightly toward them before leaving. Once he left, Mia’s heart had returned to its normal beat.

“Where are you off to this afternoon?” Selina asked as she gathered her shawl.

“Just a ride out to the tenants.” Mia didn’t dare say anything about their true mission with Mrs. Wilson in the room.

“Well, enjoy yourself.” They walked out of the room together and Selina leaned closer. “And be careful.”

“We will. Don’t worry.”

A few minutes later, Mia raced down the steps eager to get outside and dig in the dirt. She found both Simon and Charlie waiting for her.

“Good afternoon, Mia,” Charlie said with a sweeping bow.

She laughed at his silliness. “Good afternoon to you, and you, my lord,” she replied tartly with a curtsy to both men.

“Come along,” Simon said with a smile. “The footmen rode ahead to secure the area.”

Secure the area. That sounded far more dangerous than she expected of this expedition. She just prayed they would find something of value to prove she was right about the treasure.

“So you finally told your brother what is going on?” Mia asked as they departed the house.

“Yes. He helped this morning in the library.”

“Oh? Did you find anything in the library?” she asked once they were on their horses.

Simon explained the journal he and Charlie had discovered. “That journal doesn’t prove any specific battle occurred but many times if the old house or castle was near to ruins, the new lord might build a new one in the same place.”

When they reached the area, Simon asked her to stay back with Charlie while he spoke with the footmen. She watched him ride off and worried her lip.

“You really do love him, don’t you?”

Mia turned and stared at Charlie. Did she love Simon? Did she even know what love was? Her heart skipped a beat when he entered a room. She wanted to soothe his worries and keep him from harm. She wanted to share her life with him until they were old and gray. “I think I do,” she whispered.

Her world spun around for a minute. She loved Simon Blakesworth, the Earl of Hartsfield.

“About time you realized it,” Charlie said with a laugh.

“What do you mean?”

He smirked. “The minute he walked into the library yesterday, you couldn’t take your eyes off him. You watched his every movement and smiled up at him when he escorted you into the dining room. Even at dinner, you spoke with me, but more often stared at him.”

“Charlie, do you think this is a mistake?”

“No, sweetheart, I don’t.”

“I don’t know how to be a countess,” Mia said softly as she returned her gaze to Simon.

“You will learn.”

Simon waved them over to the area behind Mrs. Perkins’s cottage. Just as they arrived, Mrs. Perkins ambled out of her home.

“Hartsfield, you never said that bastard would be here too,” she said, pointing at Charlie.

“He promised not to eat any of your berries,” Simon replied.

The old woman scowled. “There’s something about that boy. I still don’t like him,” she mumbled before returning to her house.

Simon and Mia laughed as Charlie shook his head. “It was just a couple of berries. Why can’t that woman understand that I was a hungry growing boy.”

“Come on,” Simon said. “The footmen have checked the area and there is no sign of anyone nearby.”

Mia picked up a shovel and then scanned the area to determine the last place she dug. She’d marked it mentally by the right side of the cottage. Twenty paces from that. Today, she walked thirty paces from the house.

“Mia, how deep do you normally dig?” Charlie asked.

“No more than a foot.” She turned her head back to him and noticed he measured off the distance of a foot between his hands and showed Simon. When Simon saw her gaze, his cheeks turned red with embarrassment. Was this an issue related to his difficulties with mathematics? He was a very intelligent man and had talent with his landscapes.

Mia returned to digging her area to lessen Simon’s discomfiture. She’d never heard of a person with difficulties like his. Her mother’s books might shed a clue onto what is causing the problem, or at least give him some comfort if there was nothing to be done about it. There was a child of a former tenant who had a similar issue with words and reading. That boy had also been extremely intelligent but had difficulties learning from books.

After scooping out a pile of dirt, Mia bent down and searched the pile. A few pebbles and rocks but nothing much was in the soil. She searched the hole and found nothing there either. The next hour went the same way, many holes but nothing of any value. Unfortunately, neither had Simon or Charlie.

“This is mad,” Charlie said, tossing his shovel to the ground. “There is nothing here!”

Mia understood his frustration better than anyone. “Charlie, I’ve dug this land many times. I have only found four items. It takes time and patience to dig and discover something.”

“Who’s to say there is anything left to find? For all we know, Lambert or Davies already found the rest of the gems.”

Simon shook his head. “I doubt it, Charlie. The only disturbed land was this general area.” He pointed to land directly behind Mrs. Perkins’s home. “I think we need to spread out more. If this was an encampment, there could be items over a much larger area of land.”

Charlie nodded sharply before picking up his shovel again. “Very well, I shall dig over here.”

They dug for a few more hours before giving it up for the day. Maybe Charlie was right and there was no more treasure. Mia sighed as she placed her shovel in the small outbuilding. Her back and arms ached from the exertion, which seemed all for naught. The only one who seemed unaffected by their disappointing day was Simon.

“Why aren’t you upset that we didn’t find anything?” She asked as he assisted her onto her horse.

“Because unlike you and Charlie, I never expected we would find anything. I used to gamble, Mia. What are the chances that we would find something valuable in all this land?”

Mia nodded. “I suppose quite small.”

“What you found in the past was purely luck.” He jumped up on his horse and led the mare around.

She didn’t want to believe him. Something deep inside her told her there was more out here.

“Besides, this land is vast. If there had been a battle here, more would have been uncovered when they tilled for the spring crops.” Simon urged his horse to a slow trot.

She hated when logic overran her feelings but Simon made far too much sense. Charlie rode ahead at a fast gallop either out of frustration or to give them some peace. It didn’t matter which was the reason, Mia enjoyed the slow trot home.

Home
.

“What are you thinking about? You have the oddest look on your face.”

“I was just thinking that we were heading for home. It’s rather strange to think of your big house as home.”

“It will be in just a few days.”

“I know.”

Simon pulled up and grabbed the reins of her horse. “Are you all right with this idea of marriage?”

She reached over and caressed his cheek with her gloved hand. “Yes. Can we walk home? I need to stretch my limbs.”

“Of course.” He smiled deeply before capturing her hand and kissing it. He scrambled off his horse and then assisted her down. He clasped his hand in hers as they strolled to their home.

“Can I ask you a question that might embarrass you?”

He rolled his eyes. “If you must.”

“When did you or your family realize you had an issue with mathematics?”

He remained silent for a long time before finally saying, “From the time the governess tried to teach me when I was five. She told my father, I would never learn and there must be something wrong with me.”

Mia closed her eyes as the pain of a five-year-old boy washed over her. “What did he say?”

Simon laughed hoarsely. “That I was the next Earl of Hartsfield and I would learn my numbers. I will give the man credit in that he tutored me extensively after that. I could do the sums but always made mistakes.”

“But you are an excellent reader.”

“And writer. But some things don’t make sense for me. Music for one. I could never learn to play an instrument. You saw Charlie show me how low to dig. Without his assistance, I most likely would have dug too far or not far enough. I don’t judge distances well.”

She frowned slightly. “You did fine when we were throwing knives.”

“Still, if you had told me to stand back twenty feet, I wouldn’t have been able to judge that without walking twenty steps, and hoping it was right.”

This didn’t sound like anything she could cure. In fact, she wondered if anyone else in his family had the same problem. “Do your brothers or Caroline have the same issue?”

“No,” he answered quietly. “Only me.”

“Did you know if you took a fall when you were very young?” Sometimes a fall to the head can cause a lifetime of problems.

Simon shrugged. “Not that I remember.”

“You should ask your mother when you see her next.”

“Why? Are you afraid I’ll give this to our child?”

Mia smiled up at him. “No. But we should know to look for it in our children so we can get them a very good tutor who will work with the issue. If it was a fall to your head, that might have caused the mathematics issue.”

“And the music?”

“It’s all part of the brain. You have met the duke’s footman, Randall. He took a serious fall when he was little and has never been the same.”

Simon pulled his hand away. “Now, you’re comparing me to Randall?”

“No, it’s just that when you land on your brain, certain functions can be diminished. There is nothing a healer or surgeon can do about it.”

“I see.”

“Thank you, though.”

He looked down at her with soft gray eyes. “For what?”

“Trusting me enough to tell me such a painful fact.” Mia grabbed his hand and squeezed it in hers.

“After doing the books, I assumed you figured it out. Or thought I was an idiot.”

“I never thought that,” Mia replied. “I have known you for as long as I can remember and you are very intelligent.”

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her softly. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Being the most understanding woman I have ever met.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “And for trying to help me out of my financial difficulties. Most women of the
ton
would have run away from that as soon as they learned of it. Except, of course, the untitled wealthy women who just want to be a countess.”

Mia stared at the ground for a minute. “At least they could solve your monetary woes. Maybe it would be better—”