Barbara Metzger
Truly Yours
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For Valentino, my new best friend
Chapter One
"Why do people tell lies, Papa?"
Lord Royce wiped the blood from his little boy's nose. "Because they can, son. Just because they can."
"But you told me to tell the truth. Always."
The earl sighed. "And I am certain most fathers tell their sons the same thing. But children do not always listen. Is that what the fight was about?"
The child nodded. "Timmy Burdock said it was Cousin Daniel's dumb old idea to steal the apples from Widow Hood's orchard. I called Timmy a liar and he hit me, so I hit him back."
"Why didn't Daniel hit him?"
"Because Daniel is so much bigger. That wouldn't have been fair, would it?"
Lord Royce dipped his handkerchief in a basin of water his manservant brought, admiring the boys' code of honor, but wishing his slightly built son would not feel duty bound to defend his bigger cousin. Seeing blood drip from his precious child's nose tore at his heart, even if the cause was a boyish squabble. "So what happened then, and how did you get so wet?"
"Widow Flood threw a bucket of water on us. And she's going to tell the vicar." He shivered, but not with the chill of his damp clothes. "She says Vicar will cane all of us. Will he, Papa?" The six-year-old raised his blue eyes to the earl-the same black-rimmed, heavily lashed sapphire eyes all the Royce males possessed.
Lord Royce could not lie to the boy. He never had, and would not start now. "For lying and fighting, and for stealing the apples? He just might."
"Daniel, too? It wasn't his idea, and he didn't hit anyone."
If the notion to trespass on the crotchety old widow's property was not Timmy Burdock's, and not Daniel's, the earl had a good idea whose idea it might have been. "Perhaps if you confess, and offer to help stack Mrs. Flood's wood for her after lessons at the vicarage, then Daniel might get off with a scold, although he did eat some of the apples, I'd wager. No one should ever take anything from another-not his good name, not even a mere apple. Do you understand?"
Young Rex, as Jordan, Viscount Rexford, was called, hung his head. "Yes, Papa. But Timmy should not have lied, either."
For a moment the earl was afraid-But no, of course Rex knew who had plotted the orchard theft, since Rex himself was the culprit. Then his boy said, "But how did Widow Flood not know Timmy was lying?"
The handkerchief fell to the floor at the earl's side. "How should she know, son?" he asked, holding his breath for the answer he knew was coming, the one he'd been dreading for years, ever since the boy's birth.
Rex's dark brows knitted in confusion. "Can't everyone tell the difference between a lie and the truth?"
"Can you, Rex?"
The boy smiled, showing a gap where a tooth was missing. "That's silly. Of course I can."
The earl knelt to his son's level and stared into those eyes, so much like his own. "What if I said I bought you a real horse for your next birthday, not another pony?"
The child threw his arms around his father and kissed him noisily on the cheek. "Oh, Papa! That's capital! That's what Daniel says, you know."
Lord Royce slipped out of his son's enthusiastic embrace, sweet though it was, despite the dampness. He could feel beads of sweat breaking out on his own skin. "What if I said the mare's name is Cowslip?"
"Why, that's a danker, Papa. What is her name?"
"Molly Mischief?"
Rex shook his head no, now smiling at the game.
The earl studied the boy's face for a sign that he was guessing. Rex looked as certain as if his father had said the sun would rise tomorrow. "Very well. Your new horse's name is Angel."
"No, it isn't."
"Midnight?"
Rex jumped up and down. "Oh, Papa, does that mean she is a black? That's just what I wanted, you know."