The Wicked and Wonderful Miss Merlin (18 page)

‘You killed Marianne?’ Samantha said, hardly crediting what she was hearing, and yet suddenly she knew what had turned his mind.  He was responsible for the death of the woman he had loved so much that she had driven him mad with jealousy and pain.  ‘Yet you blamed Robert…because he had caused her to be distressed…’

‘She wanted him,’ Fenton said.  ‘You still want him.  He loves you now and you will marry him but he shall not have you…’

‘I am not Marianne,’ Samantha said.  She did not try to run but stood close to the well, wrapped by the love she felt all about her.  ‘Marianne betrayed you but I am not she – and Robert did not take her from you.’

‘He hurt her and she grew ill.  I wanted her to live but she was so sick and then…I looked down at her and I knew that the story was true.  She was a faithless wanton and so I killed her…but you won’t stay dead.  I have to kill you again…’  He lifted his arm and she saw he had a knife with a long curved blade.

‘No, I am not Marianne…’ Samantha gasped as he took a step towards her and then suddenly someone burst through the trees and threw himself on Fenton.  They struggled as Samantha watched in horror and prayed and then she heard a terrible scream.  ‘Not Robert…’ she breathed.

Robert was rising to his feet.  She saw that Fenton’s hand had curved inward and the knife had entered his chest.  He twitched horribly for a moment and blood ran from the side of his mouth and then he lay still. ‘Is he…is he dead?’ she asked, aware that the music had stopped.

‘Yes, thank God for His Mercy,’ Robert said.  ‘Had he lived and been recaptured they would have kept him in chains for the rest of his life.  He was too dangerous to allow any freedom.’

Samantha’s eyes were wet with tears.  ‘I feel only pity for him,’ she said.  ‘You are not hurt?’

‘Not I,’ he said and smiled.  ‘Thank God I was in time – or perhaps I should thank your lady of the well.  She drew me here.  I heard her voice calling.’

‘She wrapped me in her love,’ Samantha said.  ‘I knew that he could not harm me, though I did not know how my salvation would come.’  Moving into his arms, she lay her head against his chest.  ‘Take me home, Robert.  This poor man’s body must taken home to his family, and the authorities informed.  I have some girls to entertain but after that I want to leave.  I want to go home to your estate.’

Robert bent his head and kissed her.  ‘It is over, my love.  I do not know what happened here today, but I know that it was something special – a special kind of magic.’

‘The lady of the well is my friend.  She came because she knew I was in danger and she kept me safe until you arrived.  It is over, as you say, Robert.  I have said my farewells to her and I shall not come here again.’

‘You have no need of a wishing well and nor have I,’ he said and bent his head to kiss her.  ‘I have all I want in my arms right now.’

‘You look so beautiful,’ Eleanor said as she admired Samantha’s wedding dress.  ‘Where did you get such a lovely gown?  You did not visit the seamstress in London and I am sure no village dressmaker could have made anything so perfect.’

‘It was delivered by hand to me only yesterday,’ Samantha said.  ‘I thought at first that Robert had had it sent from London for me, but then I discovered it was from a friend of my father.  His letter said that Papa gave him money when he was desperate and until now he could not repay the debt.  A few weeks ago he came into a fortune and when he learned I was to marry, he commissioned the gown from the finest seamstress in Paris.  He has also sent me a diamond necklace, repayment, he says for what my father gave him, though I think Papa could never have given him so much.’

‘And you decided to wear the dress today?’

‘It was finer than the gown I had asked to be made for me by a London seamstress, which needs a little adjustment to the bodice.  I liked this at once…there is something different about it, in the lace.  I have never seen anything as fine.’

‘Nor I,’ Eleanor admitted.  ‘I should like to know where such beautiful lace was made for I would order some for my own use.’

‘I shall ask when I write and thank Mr Hadley,’ Samantha said.  ‘It was such a wonderful surprise and I think it suits me.’

‘I have never seen you look more lovely,’ Eleanor said, ‘but you have had a glow about you since I returned from the visit to Toby’s parents.’

‘Yes, I feel it,’ Samantha said.  ‘It is happiness and good health and…’ She shook her head for how could she explain that moment when the lady of the well had embraced her.

‘It is serenity I think,’ Eleanor said.  ‘You always had it, but now it shows so much more.’

‘Thank you, my dearest.’  Samantha held out her hand.  ‘We must go down for the carriage is waiting and I would not keep Robert waiting at the church.’

Robert turned to watch his bride approach down the isle towards him.  Was it his imagination or was she even more beautiful these days?  He only knew that he had never felt so pleased with life or so content.  His fear for Samantha had evaporated, because he knew…he knew that they would have long and happy lives.  There would be children to enrich their lives and they would find respect and friendship amongst their neighbours and a wider circle.

He did not know why or how he felt so sure of his future happiness, except that it was something to do with the lady of the well and her music.  Even as he had wrestled with the madman he’d known that all would be well.  It was as if the lady had spoken to his heart – and that of course was ridiculous.  If he mentioned one word of what he’d heard and felt he would soon be confined to a madhouse himself.  It was nonsense of course it was, but something had changed in both of them.

He had loved Samantha before that afternoon and she had loved him, but something special had happened there in the woods.  Robert did not believe in magic, but he believed in what he felt and sensed – and perhaps there was no enchantment.  Perhaps the only magic was love.

Epilogue

Robert looked down at the face of the woman he loved.  They had spent the evening alone in their private apartments making love.  A week back from their honeymoon, they were due to be joined by Toby and Eleanor the next day and he had wanted to make the most of their last evening before their magic circle was invaded.

‘Are you asleep?’ he whispered, gazing down at her.

‘No, just content,’ she replied and reached up to draw his head down to her.  They kissed long and passionately, their desire rekindling as he stroked her softly yet with firm strong hands that made her thrill to his touch.  ‘I love you so much, Robert – and I am so happy.’

‘I too,’ he murmured huskily and kissed her lightly on the nose and then licked delicately at the hollow at the base of her throat.  She shivered deliciously and reached up to stroke his face as the flame kindled between them once more.  ‘I think I shall never tire of making love to you.  I almost wish Eleanor wasn’t coming yet.  I want you all to myself.’

‘We shall always have these times alone,’ she whispered, and licked the curve of his ear, making him groan with need and pull her to him.  ‘I want to see Eleanor and Toby.  They are family, Robert, and precious to us.  I never had a sister and there was a time when I was very lonely.’

‘You will not be lonely again,’ he said and began to kiss her from throat to navel.  She laughed and jerked, her back arching towards him.

‘You are tickling me,’ she said and ran her nails lightly down his naked back.  ‘Oh yes, Robert…that is so good…’ she gave a little scream of pleasure as his tongue made her writhe and moan, her legs parting as she strained for him, wanting him inside her.  ‘There is something I want to tell Eleanor about the lace…’

All thought of lace or the impending visit was lost as he entered her and she was swept along on a tide of such pleasure and such intensity that she could only writhe and arch beneath him, crying his name over and over as at last he came inside her.

And then they clung together until they both slept.

A long time after, Eleanor woke as Robert still slept.  It was then that she recalled the mystery of the lace.  She had tried to find the lace-maker while they were staying in Paris.  Her father’s friend had told her where the little shop was situated in one of the winding lanes that abounded at the heart of the city. But though she had searched everywhere, all she had found was an empty shop, its windows dusty, as if it had not been occupied in years.

She had asked over and over if anyone knew what had happened, but was told repeatedly that it had not been used since before the revolution.

It had indeed been the shop of a famous lace-maker that was known for her exquisite work, but she had been sent to prison for making lace for the Queen and died there. Her shop had been empty ever since for it was thought to be haunted.

So how could her father’s friend have commissioned the special lace for her dress?  It was a mystery…unless…

Samantha smiled and turned to look at her sleeping husband.  The lady’s magic worked in mysterious ways so perhaps…

But that was her secret.  Something she would never breathe to another person.  She would simply tell Eleanor that the shop was empty and no one knew where the lace-maker had gone…

Snuggling into the warmth of Robert’s body, she closed her eyes and went to sleep.

The end of this story, but perhaps the lady of the wishing well has more work to do yet.  Look out for more books in the Wishing Well series.

Anne Herries loves to write.  She writes for pleasure and to give her readers pleasure.  Thank you for reading this book and please contact the author at

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