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Sarah nodded. It hurt to think of Alicia taking Sweet Lass's foal for her own. But Alicia was good with horses. It was one of her redeeming features. And since she was no longer there herself … She swallowed at the lump which had risen in her throat.

‘I suppose,' Gilbert said suddenly, ‘that it would do no good if I asked you to come home?'

Her heart leaped. Home! Yes, in spite of everything it was still just that and something deep within her yearned towards it as if drawn by an unseen magnet. But too much had happened. The barriers were too great to surmount. Her life was here now.

‘I can't do that,' she said quietly. ‘But thank you for asking me.'

He nodded. His throat was full suddenly.

‘I understand, Sarah. But don't forget, will you, that we still care for you very much. Any time you feel ready to come home we shall be ready to welcome you. And if you ever need anything, or are in any sort of trouble, don't hesitate to contact me.'

‘Thank you,' she said huskily, realising the interview was coming to an end and wishing with all her heart that she could throw her arms around Gilbert and tell him how grateful she was for all he had done for her and how much it had meant to her to see him today. But theirs had never been a physical relationship and the barrier of habit was yet another which was insuperable.

‘Take care, Sarah,' he said, rising and smiling down at her with a wistfulness that tugged at her heartstrings.

‘I'll come with you to the gate,' she offered, jumping to her feet.

‘Don't trouble. I am sure I can find my way – and don't you have a demonstration to do?'

‘Oh yes, I do!' she cried, horrified that she could have forgotten. ‘Won't you stay and watch?'

He shook his head. ‘No. I'll leave you now. But don't forget what I said, will you? The door is always open, Sarah. You have only to say the word.'

He smiled at her once more, turned, and was gone, swallowed up in the crowds. For a moment she stood trying to catch a last glimpse of him, then resigned she started to make her way back towards the banqueting hall. Some people in the crowd recognised her, pointing her out and waving. But for once Sarah did not even notice. Her professional smile was set stiffly on her lips and if her eyes shone more brightly than usual it was because they glittered with unshed tears.

Chapter Sixteen

The moment she re-entered the banqueting hall Eric Gardiner could see that something had happened to upset Sarah. Eric was a perceptive young man, as sensitive as he was resourceful. He was also in love with Sarah and had been from the first moment he had laid eyes on her when she had come to ask Auguste Gaudron for a chance to parachute with his team. But in spite of their intimate working relationship and the friendship that had grown and blossomed from it, in spite of the bond that was inevitable between two people who held one another's life in their hands almost daily, Eric had never been able to get close to her. God alone knows, he had tried. But always he had come up against a barrier and beyond it a bleak no-man's land behind which the heart of her was hidden like a vista in teasing, swirling mists. Sometimes he thought he caught a glimpse of the real Sarah behind the smiling, confident, public exterior, but as quickly it was gone again and he was left with the unsolved enigma. Who was Sarah? Where did she come from? Where were her relatives and why did she never talk about them – or indeed about anything from her past. She had been hurt, he suspected, by something or someone, hurt so deeply that she had withdrawn into the persona of The Sweetheart of the Skies like an actress living a part.

Because he loved her he wondered about it often, asking himself what it was that could have so affected her that she had locked herself into this ivory tower from which occasionally, like Rapunzel, she let down her hair just a little, only to jerk it back in panic when she thought her fortress might be breeched. She did not like being touched, that much was certain. If ever he made the slightest advance towards her he felt her immediate withdrawal the moment a friendly arm became a little more than friendly, yet he also sensed that there was a great warmth within her, untapped, which she controlled with the same iron will which controlled all her emotions. The casing might be cold and hard, unbreakable as tempered steel, within it burned the embers of a fire which some day some lucky man would be able to fan to life. Eric hoped with all his heart that he might be that man. But he believed that patience and gentleness were the only keys which would unlock that secret heart and free her from whatever memories and experiences had caused her to retreat to her private sanctuary.

Sometimes when they were alone together in some hotel sitting-room after a successful display it was all he could do to control the powerful longing to take her in his arms. Inevitably Henry would take his noggin and retire to bed early while Sarah and Eric would linger, discussing the events of the day over a bottle of champagne. Sarah would be relaxed, shoes discarded to allow her to wiggle her toes in luxurious carpets or tuck her feet up beneath her as she curled in totally unladylike fashion in some deep wing chair, and the mood would be the pleasurable awareness that settled in after the adrenaline ceased to flow, like the drowsy contentment that follows satisfying love making. On these occasions and glowing from the effects of the champagne, Eric felt his love pounding through his veins with his blood, a fever that almost burned him up with its intensity. But he knew that a wrong move on his part could shatter the mood – and with it the whole structure of their relationship and the trust between them which he had taken such pains to establish. Adoring her, he suffered for her and prayed that one day his patience would bring its rewards, the relationship would deepen from loving friends to lovers and the ghosts which haunted Sarah would be exorcised forever.

Now as she walked towards him across the banqueting hall at Alexandra Palace he saw the shadow of those ghosts on Sarah's face and some sixth sense told him that whoever her visitor had been he had touched deeply on whatever it was that was secret and unmentionable in her past. The knowledge caused him a moment's anxiety, a creeping sense of unease that he could not have explained, even to himself. The man in himself had posed no threat. He was clearly a gentleman with the easy manners of his station and a set to his face that was totally without malice or Machiavellism. His eyes, very blue, had seemed almost familiar to Eric; when enquiring for Sarah he had sounded concerned, not in any way threatening. And Sarah had clearly been delighted to see him if a little shocked. Yet all the while she had been gone Eric had been on tenterhooks and now knew his concern had been justified. His visit had touched Sarah as nothing else had done in the two years Eric had known her. Somehow, almost imperceptibly, a crack had appeared in the iron fortress and Sarah's vulnerability was peeping through.

He hurried towards her taking her arm in friendly fashion and she did not draw away.

‘I was beginning to think you were lost!' he said.

‘Were you?' She sounded pre-occupied.

‘Yes, who was that man, Sarah?'

‘Oh …' Emotion flickered briefly across her face before she retreated once more into a world of her own thoughts. ‘Just someone I used to know.' Her voice was faint.

He glanced at her quickly. ‘Are you all right?'

‘Yes, of course.' But her eyes still held that faraway look. He was alarmed suddenly at the realisation that in less than an hour they would be making their parachute jump of the day. Jumping required complete concentration, anything less could spell disaster. Sarah was an experienced parachutist now of course with a totally professional approach. In all likelihood she would be able to put aside whatever it was that was troubling her for the duration of the display at least. But if she did not … Eric felt his blood run cold at the thought of some mishap or error of judgement. If anything happened to Sarah he did not think he could bear it.

In the aeronauts' workshop it was hot and dusty and the noise of the sewing machines was deafening.

‘Let's go and get some fresh air,' he suggested.

She allowed him to lead her outside. They found a bench on the shady side of the banqueting hall and sat down, Sarah staring into space, her lower lip rucked by her teeth.

‘Whoever he was he seems to have upset you,' Eric commented.

Sarah came back from her reverie, her eyes expressing surprise.

‘Mr Morse? Oh no, he hasn't upset me! He couldn't! He is a wonderful person. It's just that he … reminded me of some things I would rather forget.'

‘But who is he?'

‘Gilbert Morse. Have you ever heard of Morse Motors? If you haven't I dare say you soon will. He is thinking of going into the manufacture of engines for aeroplanes and knowing him as I do I should think he would make a tremendous success of it. He is so forward looking and everything he touches – well, he seems to touch it with success.' Her face was glowing, suddenly she looked alive. A terrible suspicion assailed Eric.

‘Are you in love with him?' he asked before he could stop himself.

She swung round and the sheer amazement on her face dispelled his doubts instantly.

‘Good heavens no! He has been like a father to me. He took me in when I was orphaned – arranged for my education – everything.'

‘So you are an orphan?' Eric pressed her gently.

‘Yes. My mother died when I was nine. I never knew my father. I was always told he had been a soldier and died in the service of his country but I'm not so sure that is true. Alicia said something once – Alicia is Mr Morse's daughter. She called me … a name. I didn't want to believe it then. I was very young and I didn't care to think that my mother was ‘‘no better than she should be'' as they say. But now … well, I think it is very likely the truth – or something close to it.'

He nodded almost afraid to reply in case he stopped her flow. It was the first time Sarah had ever talked about herself and he felt that at last he was getting some insight into what made her the person she was.

‘How did your mother die?' he asked at last when it became clear she had relapsed into silence.

‘I don't know what was wrong with her. She wasn't ill for very long. I came home from school one day and found her in a coma.' Her hands were making baskets in the folds of her skirts. ‘I blame myself, you know. If I had fetched the doctor before I went to school she might be alive today. But I didn't. She said she would be all right and I believed her.'

‘You were nine years old,' he comforted her. ‘You couldn't have known. And maybe there was nothing anyone could have done in any case.' She was silent. ‘So where does Mr Morse come in?' he pressed her gently.

Softly, haltingly, as if she were talking to herself she sketched in the details of her story and as he listened the love he felt for her began to swell inside him until he felt he would burst with it. He wanted to hold her and comfort her as she spoke of that last vain dash for the doctor; his hands balled into fists when she described Mrs Pugh and the treatment she had meted out. But he heard the genuine affection in her voice whenever she mentioned Gilbert and as she finished her story and fell silent, looking down at her twisted hands, he had no way of knowing there was a great deal more which she had omitted to tell him and the real reason for her withdrawal into that ivory tower was still a secret between her and certain members of the Morse family.

No wonder she withheld affection, he thought – she was desperately afraid that she would be hurt again. Maybe even this Morse man had exacerbated the situation for she plainly adored him and perhaps had hoped that he might take the place of the father she had never known. Eric was no psychologist but his love for her made him long to understand and his sensitive nature provided an instinctive insight. He reached out and covered one of her hands with his own, tenderness and concern for her sweeping aside all restraint.

‘Sarah – let me take care of you. You have had a very hard time. I'd like to make sure nothing bad ever happens to you again.'

‘Oh Eric!' She turned her hand over so that her fingers clasped his. ‘You are sweet. But that would be a pretty tall order.'

‘I suppose so.' He laughed a little self-consciously. ‘But no trouble seems so bad when there is someone to share it with. And I swear I would do murder before I would let anyone hurt you. I love you, Sarah. You must know that. If you would marry me I would be the happiest man alive. And I promise you would never be alone, unwanted or pushed from pillar to post again.'

His voice was low and eager and Sarah experienced a quick stab of guilt. It was true – she had known how he felt about her for a long while and although she had done nothing to encourage him she had not discouraged him either. It was agreeable to bask in the adoration of an attractive man, particularly one who set the hearts of the ladies aflutter wherever he went. But to have him propose to her … Unexpectedly a lump rose in her throat. Eric was a good man and a wonderful friend. In the two years she had come to know him she had come to rely on him in a hundred ways and he had never let her down. She was fond of him – more than fond, she loved him like a brother. But that was all.

‘Eric – I don't know what to say. I'm flattered and, yes, surprised. But it's no use pretending. I don't love you. Not in that way. I'm sorry.'

She glanced at him, knowing she was hurting him and hating herself for it. But it seemed that having taken the bull by the horns Eric was determined not to let the matter rest.

‘You may grow to,' he said earnestly. ‘You don't dislike me, do you?'

‘Oh no, of course I don't! It's just that …'

‘I wouldn't rush you, Sarah,' he promised eagerly. ‘I wouldn't… well, demand anything that you felt you were not ready to give. I just want to take care of you and make you happy. And I don't want you to feel you are alone and friendless ever again.'

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