situation is perfectly clear, my lord. I can only lament that a man of your rank and birth should have stooped to such subterfuge.’
Harry held on to his temper. ‘There was no subterfuge here.’
‘Do not compound your crime with falsehood.’
‘I resent both those suggestions, señor.’
‘You resent? It is I who am the injured party here and you who have violated my trust.’
Unable to remain silent any longer, Elena interjected. ‘No. He was not to blame.’
Don Manuel glared at her. ‘Lies won’t save him. He will learn what it means to besmirch the noble name of Urbieta.’
‘What do you mean to do?’
‘He and his treacherous henchman will hang from yonder tree. When it is done you will be delivered directly to the convent and your name will never be mentioned in my house again.’ Don Manuel turned to his servants. ‘Bind these men.’
She stared at him in appalled disbelief. However, it became horribly clear that her uncle meant every word. Under his flinty gaze, four of his men dismounted and advanced on Harry and Jack. Despite strong resistance, they were dragged from their horses and manhandled across the intervening space to be brought before their judge. Sick with dread now Elena flung herself off her own mount and ran to stand with them.
‘They are innocent. They had no knowledge of my intended escape. I used their departure to cover my own. It was only later when they were embarked upon their journey that Concha and I came up with them.’
The maid nodded. ‘It is true, señor.’
Don Manual directed a quelling glance her way. ‘Silence, wench! You are as complicit as the rest and you will be punished accordingly. Were you a man I’d have you hanged. As it is you may count yourself fortunate to be let off with a flogging.’
Concha paled but she did not lower her gaze.
‘She was obeying my orders,’ said Elena. ‘No blame attaches to her either. If your anger must fall on someone, let it fall on me. Lord Henry did not wish to take us along with him but he would not abandon us either. He had no choice but to do what he did.’
‘He should have brought you back at once.’
‘I did not wish to return and he would not force me to do so.’
‘I can well imagine he would not. No doubt he had other plans for a slut such as you.’
A muscle jumped in Harry’s jaw. ‘You are insulting, señor. I will not permit such imputations to be made.’
‘Can you deny that it was part of your scheme?’
‘I certainly do deny it. My intention was to escort the lady to England in accordance with her wishes, and that is all.’
Elena glanced at Harry and then met her uncle’s gaze. ‘He’s telling the truth.’
‘He is, señor,’ said Concha, ‘though you flog me for saying so.’
Don Manuel scowled at them but made no immediate reply. Elena’s heart pounded in her breast.
‘The fault is mine, Uncle. I swear this on my parents’ graves.’
‘Even if Lord Henry was not the instigator of the plan,’ said Don Manuel, ‘he has been instrumental in bringing dishonour to the family name.’
Harry’s eyes glinted. ‘If you seek satisfaction, señor, you may have it.’
‘No,’ said Elena. ‘I would not have any bloodshed on my account.’
‘Have no fear. I would not sully my blade in so sordid a matter,’ replied her uncle. ‘Yet this dishonour must be expunged.’ He fixed Harry with a gimlet stare. ‘If your intentions are honourable as you claim, my lord, then you will prove it.’
‘How may I do so?’
‘By taking my niece to wife. You shall marry her this very day. If not I shall have you and your servant hanged and she will go to the cloister.’
The pronouncement was met with dumbfounded silence. Elena’s cheeks went paper-white.
‘Uncle, this is not …’
‘Enough! Which is it to be, my lord?’
Harry knew there was only one possible answer now and he gave it.
Chapter Six
It was a matter of some five miles to the nearest town, a journey undertaken at a pace that precluded any opportunity for speech. Once or twice Elena glanced Harry’s way but he continued to look resolutely ahead of him, his expression like stone. Shocked beyond measure by her uncle’s decision and appalled by the consequences of her actions, she found coherent thought almost impossible. All she could see just then was looming disaster. Once she had eagerly anticipated marriage and all that it entailed. Of course, back then, the agreement would have been entered into by mutual consent and in all honour; now she was soiled goods to be offloaded because it suited her uncle’s purpose. One way or another he meant to be rid of her. Her wishes didn’t enter into it, or those of her intended bridegroom.
As she thought about Harry her stomach churned. How disgusted and angry he must be at this moment. He hadn’t wanted any part of her scheme but had been too gentlemanly to abandon her. By heaven, he must be wishing he had though. And when the knot was tied and she was completely in his power, what revenge might he take then? The memory of Badajoz returned with leering drunken faces and men obscenely unbuttoned, hands tearing her clothing, holding her down while they did their will…. She shuddered. Was it all about to happen again? From her limited experience of him, Harry did not seem to be the brutal type but, even so, as her husband he would expect his will to be met. Elena swallowed hard.
In an alarmingly short time the cavalcade arrived at the town and pulled up in the plaza in front of the church. Half a dozen men detained Jack and Concha; the remainder hustled Elena and Harry inside. Hearing the intrusion a startled priest paused by the altar.
‘Mass is not for another hour.’
Don Manuel fixed him with a steely gaze. ‘We are not here for the mass, but to see these two married.’
‘That is not possible. Perhaps tomorrow …’
A fat leather purse landed on the floor at his feet, the jingle of coin seeming loud in the still air.
‘Marry them,’ said Don Manuel.
The priest hesitated and licked dry lips. Then he nodded. ‘As you wish.’
Elena’s heart thumped against her ribs and she closed her eyes, willing that she might wake up. White-faced, she glanced at the man beside her. This time he saw it and returned her gaze. His face was impassive but the expression in the grey eyes was unmistakable. Good heavens, he was furious. How he must despise her now. She shivered inwardly. Mingled with dread was a deep sadness that she had forfeited whatever small regard he might once have had for her. At that moment she would almost have preferred to be in a convent cell.
At the priest’s command they knelt. Harry was scarcely aware of the droning voice, only of roiling emotion. Elena had correctly read the fury uppermost in his mind but she had entirely mistaken its direction. For a moment or two he indulged a savage fantasy involving a dull blade and Don Manuel’s vital organs. Underlying that were very different feelings.
He threw a covert glance at the woman beside him. He hadn’t missed the expression of abject terror in her eyes just now; by rights she should have fallen into a fit of hysterics. Most women would have done so long since. But then Elena wasn’t most women. She’d had the courage to face her uncle’s wrath and to take responsibility for her actions, to exonerate everyone else. But for that determined