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But when the MG eased around the curve, the rambling old pile was gone, as if it had never been there. In its place, a massive shed filled with combine harvesters.

Nick forced air into his lungs, and out again.

The girl with the dark eyes had belonged to Castle Dar. She had been walking over from Castle Dar that day. The day his father had died.

Now Castle Dar was gone. Vanished from the face of the earth.

Nick closed his eyes and saw, as clearly as if he were looking at a photograph, the body of his father, crumpled on the ground, his head and limbs at crazy angles, like a rag doll tossed aside.

Nick, on Boatswain, had been in the lead, preparing to take the jump first. But his father had spurred up from behind. No final words, no glance; just his horse leaping, a bark from the dog that lurked behind the hedge, a confused cacophony of sounds as the horse landed wrongly and went down. Then silence.

The horse and dog were both shot, the first bullet fulfilling the demands of charity toward a dumb, suffering animal, the second fulfilling some notion of justice. The culprit dog had been young, liver-spotted, Nick remembered for some reasonā€”the pet of a tenantā€™s wife.

His fatherā€™s body was carried back to Falcott House, met halfway by his running, weeping sisters. How had they known? Yet there they were. Nick remembered Bellaā€™s fingers stroking their fatherā€™s cold cheek as they walked along, Fatherā€™s body tied by his reins to a board that had been leaning up against the hedge. Then all four of them sitting in the drawing room for hours, waiting for the body to be washed and prepared, listening to the vicar read from the Bible: ā€œā€˜For I know that my redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth: And though after my skin-worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God.ā€™ā€ Nick remembered watching as his mother, her eyes trained blindly on the vicarā€™s face, scratched at the back of her left hand until it bled.

Sometime in the afternoon Nick had managed to sneak out. He saddled Boatswain and galloped off, trying to lose himself in fields he had known all his life. Perhaps trying to fall and break his own neck. But he must not have wanted to die, for at the woods that marked the edge of his fatherā€™s landā€”his landā€”he had dismounted to tighten the saddle girth. Thatā€™s when he had found himself sobbing into Boatswainā€™s neck, clutching the horseā€™s mane in his fists.

Nick hadnā€™t particularly liked his father, a man whose passions were only roused in competition. The fastest horse, the best brandy, the most expensive snuffboxes. Even as Nick pressed his face into Boatswainā€™s neck he knew he was weeping for himself, rather than for that man, the seventh marquess. He was weeping for his lack of grief. For his guilt and his loneliness. Nick didnā€™t want his fatherā€™s title. He never had. But, in the twinkling of an eye, or rather, in the snapping of a neck, he had become Lord Blackdown nevertheless.

His tears had subsided. He breathed in Boatswainā€™s scent. Then he felt it. Someone was close by. He looked up, and there she was. Standing in the shadows of the oak trees, her dark eyes candid. She was watching him, had been watching him cry. But instead of shame, a strange peace washed over him as she smiled. It was a smile that seemed to exist outside of rules, outside of judgment. She reached out to him with it, and his grief and panic receded.

It wasnā€™t until she had stepped into the sunlight that he recognized her as Julia Percy, his sister Arabellaā€™s best friend. She lived at Castle Dar with her old grandfather, the earl.

Nick could never remember what theyā€™d said then, to each other. They must have spoken, but his memory was only of the smile, and of her stepping out of the shadow and into the light, coming toward him and pushing all the bad feeling away, before he even realized who she was. He must have seen her again, after that day, but he couldnā€™t remember. He had left Falcott House at age fifteen for Oxford, and he had avoided returning. After Oxford he had gone to London and then to Spain. And then to the future.

Her calm, and that feeling that had come over him when her eyes and mouth had smiled together . . . her eyes and smile had followed him down two hundred years.

Nick wondered if she was buried in the churchyard in Stoke Canon. Most probably she was not buried there. She had been a pretty girl, and he was sure she had grown into a lovely woman. Old Lord Percy probably shot her off at seventeen or eighteen, married her to some baron or earl halfway across the country. She would be buried under that manā€™s name, in his churchyard, in his county. The green lichen on her tombstone would have filled in even that name long ago. I hope you were happy, Julia of the dark eyes, he thought to himself. I hope your husband loved you and I hope your children were healthy and that you lived to see them flourish.

ā€œYou are sighing like a furnace, my friend.ā€ Arkady spoke, but Nick kept his eyes closed. ā€œIt is sad to see that Castle Dar is gone?ā€

ā€œI suppose Iā€™m sad itā€™s gone, yes. But I was thinking more of the people who lived there.ā€

ā€œCastle Dar,ā€ Arkady said. ā€œA good name. Almost it could be Russian. I am very eager to visit this castle. We will see it soon, in 1815. Yes, and enter it too, I hope. Will you be happy to see the people there again?ā€

Nick had no desire to see Castle Dar again, for that would mean seeing it in the nineteenth century, and Nick was still unable to grasp the reality of the return

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