“She said she had some romantic notion about the name when she was a girl, and it annoyed her brother almost more than anything else when she refused to answer to anything but Cecile.” She looked.across at Gabriel. “She said that should I ever need to prove my identity to the Penhallans, it would be the final confirmation for Cedric if I told him that, because it was not something anyone else knew about.”
Gabriel whistled through his teeth, nodding. “If she gave you all that, little girl, I'd guess she wasn't totally against the idea of vengeance, after all.”
“No,” Tamsyn agreed. “But she would have called it restitution.” She chuckled. Cecile's delicacy of phrase had always amused her robber-baron mate. “And she also gave me a written and witnessed account of her abduction,” she continued, serious again. “If that found its way into a London newspaper, vouched for by her daughter, it might cause her brother some considerable embarrassment, don't you think?”
“If her brother's still alive.”
“There is that,” she conceded. “If he is, I shall know what to do. If he's not then what I do will depend on his successor on the rest of the family, really. If they had nothing to do with Cedric's plan, then I can hardly hold them responsible. We shall see what we shall see, Gabriel.”
“Is it blackmail you're talking, little girl?”
Tamsyn shook her head. “No, I intend to expose Cedric Penhallan's treachery to all the world. But for it to be credible, I must have a reputation for respectability myself. That's where the colonel comes in. Once I'm established in society as the protegee of such an eminent aristocrat, my story will carry much more weight than if it came from some unknown who just popped up out of nowhere. And once the truth is known, the diamonds will come to me without question, because they're indubitably mine by right.”
“And how much of this does the colonel know?” Tamsyn glanced down the mountainside to where the broader, more frequented, path wound its way through the pass. The tall figure of Colonel, Lord Julian St. Simon rode at the head of the baggage train, six villainous outriders bristling with weapons in escort, the pack mule carrying Josefa plodding steadily in the rear.
“None of it,” she said. “He knows nothing of the Penhallans, of the diamonds, or of the plot to murder Cecile. He and Wellington know only that I'm an orphan with Cornish connections, alone in the world, desperate to find a home and family.”
Gabriel threw back his head with a snort of derision.
“And they fell for that story! Och, little girl, shame on you. You could make grown men weep with your tales.”
“Cecile always said the chivalry of an English gentleman was a very useful weakness,” she said with a complacent grin. “I need a base in Cornwall, and I need the right entrees. Under the colonel's protection, ensconced in his family home, I shall have them.”
“I'd watch my step with the colonel, if I were you,” Gabriel advised. “He's not one to care for being made game of… however chivalrous he may be.”
“But I'm not making game of him,” Tamsyn said judiciously. “Only use.”
“He'll not care for that either.”
Tamsyn was inclined to agree. “He won't be able to do anything about it. I don't intend to stay in England once I've done what I set out to do; besides, the colonel will be so relieved to get back to his beloved war, he probably won't give a damn by then anyway.”
“You'd better be right, lassie.”
Tamsyn merely shrugged and raised a hand in greeting as the colonel looked up toward the higher path, shading his eyes against the sun.
Julian didn't acknowledge the wave. It annoyed him that she chose to ride apart as if she and Gabriel were still riding as partisans. It left him journeying in solitary splendor with only the swathed Josefa on her pack mule as companion. One could hardly consider the outriders companions. They were the most ruffianly pack of scoundrels, led by a one-eyed villain who made no secret of his suspicion of the English colonel. However, they looked as if they'd prove effective defenders of Tamsyn's treasure if pushed to it.
He glanced up again and saw that Tamsyn had left the goat track, and Cesar was picking his way down, sure”'“ footed, through the scrub and cactus clinging to the mountainside. They reached the main path a little ahead of the baggage train in a shower of loose gravel.
Tamsyn had no difficulty riding side-saddle, but he hadn't really expected her to. She was as at home in the saddle as if it had formed her childhood cradle. It would be interesting, however, to see how she took to the hard, backless English saddle. She'd certainly have to abandon her exotic cushioned Spanish version for ridding the tan in Hyde Park or even the quiet country lanes of England if she expected to be accepted by the highest sticklers.
“Are you lonely?” She greeted him cheerfully, turning her horse neatly on the narrow path to ride beside him.
“You and Gabriel seemed to be having a very intense discussion,” he responded. A spot of color blossomed against the sun-browned cheek, and he wondered why.
“Oh, I was just filling him in on the details of the plan,” she said. “I didn't really have the time to do it before.”
“I see. And did he embrace your scheme with avid enthusiasm?”
“Why wouldn't he?” Tamsyn responded a shade truculently to the colonel's heavily sardonic tone.
“Oh, no reason.” Julian shrugged. “I'm sure he has not the least difficulty in giving up the life and land he's called home for so many years. And even if he did have, you would still expect him to do as you wished.” His voice was as dry as sere leaves.
Tamsyn's flush deepened. “I don't know what you mean.”
“My dear girl, you know exactly what I mean. When you want something, you make damn sure you get it.
Gabriel's loyalty won't permit him to refuse you his support, and you'll use that without compunction.”
“Oh, how horrid you are!” she exclaimed in a low voice. “What a horrid thing to say about me.”
“You forget that I've been swept up by your broom as well,” he replied as aridly as before. “You didn't give a thought to my position or my feelings in the matter.”
Tamsyn bit her lip, startled to find tears pricking behind her eyes at the harshness of a judgment that seemed to have come out of nowhere. A judgment that deep down she recognized had some merit. Since the glorious evening in Aladdin's cave two days before, they'd hardly met at all. She'd understood that the colonel would have much to do preparing for his journey and arranging to hand over the reins of his brigade, so she'd made no further attempt to seduce him from his work. But when they'd set out from Elvas that morning, he'd been morose and uncommunicative. Hoping that quiet reflection would bring about a change in his humor, she'd chosen to ride apart with Gabriel. A forlorn hope, clearly. There was no dent in his resentment.
She blinked rapidly and urged Cesar forward, drawing away from the colonel, breaking into a trot and then a canter. Cesar threw up his head and sniffed the wind, then lengthened his stride, breaking into a gallop on the narrow, treacherous path.
“Tamsyn!” Julian yelled, his heart in his throat as horse and rider careened round a tight bend in the track where the mountainside fell steeply away; then they were gone from view.
“Said something to upset her, did you?” Gabriel's horse skittered down the mountainside onto the path beside them.
“She is the most ill-conditioned, unschooled hellion” Julian exclaimed. “She'll break her neck, if she doesn't break one of that animal's legs first.”
“No.” Gabriel shook his head. “I doubt that. They know each other too well. What did you say to upset her?”