Lady of Hay by Barbara Erskine (reading an ebook TXT) 📕

clutching at the coverlet convulsively. Slowly the world around her began to swim. She saw the great bed rocking before her then a deep roaring filled her ears, cutting out all the other sounds, and slowly, helplessly, she slipped to the floor.

"Jo!" Nick reached her first. "Jo! It's all right. Jo, please, Jo ... " He gathered her limp form into his arms, cradling her head against his chest.

"Leave her, please. " Bennet knelt beside them. "Let me see her. Jo!" He snapped his fingers in her face. "Listen to me, Joanna. You are going to wake up now. Do you hear me. Now!"

There was a moment of total silence. Outside the sound of a police siren wailing in the Marylebone Road brought the twentieth century back into the room.

Jo stirred. She opened her eyes and lay looking up at Nick. The strain and anguish were slowly clearing from her face as she eased herself upright.

"Jo? Are you all right?" Nick's voice was gentle. He still had his arm around her shoulders.

She frowned, staring around the room, looking first at Bennet and then at Sarah who was standing, whitefaced, by the desk. Then her gaze came back to Nick. She smiled weakly.

"He's dead, isn't he?" she said shakily.

"Jo, love—" Nick pulled her close, his face in her hair. "None of it happened. Nobody died—"

She stared at him. "Don't lie to me. " Her voice was very weary. "I want to know the truth. " Her gaze traveled past Nick suddenly. "Archdeacon?" The room in Devonshire Place faded slightly as she peered toward the end of the bed. She was once again lying beneath the covers but now they were cleansed. Darkness had come outside and the room was lighted with a dozen torches. Gerald held a crucifix in his hand and he was praying quietly, his eyes occasionally flitting up to her passive face.

"The child is dead. " She heard her voice as a hollow whisper in the silence of the castle. Somewhere in the distance the police car still wailed. Her lips and tongue were dry as dust.

Gerald kissed the crucifix calmly and tucked it back into his girdle. Then he came to the side of her bed and put his cool hand on her brow. "Not at all, " he said cheerfully. "The child is squalling manfully. I've seen it. A fine healthy boy, my lady, to set all your fears at rest. " His grave eyes surveyed her carefully, taking in the disarrayed tangled hair all over the pillow, the pallid, damp skin, the quick, shallow breathing. "You have a touch of fever. Enough to cause some wandering of the mind in your overwrought condition, but there is nothing to fear, for the child or for yourself. I have ordered sleep-wort and poppy for you to take. A good night's rest will set you right. "

She opened her mouth to speak, but sternly he put his fingers to his lips and pronounced a blessing over her. Then he stood by and watched as Margaret, looking pale and shaken, brought her the sleeping draught, after which she lay back, exhausted. Too tired to think, she let her mind go blessedly blank and drifted slowly into the welcome forgetfulness of sleep.

"Who was she talking to?" Nick found himself glancing over his shoulder as Jo settled once more into his arms, her eyes closed. His skin prickled uncomfortably.

Bennet shook his head. "She was still seeing her archdeacon, " he said slowly. "He must have spoken to her, reassured her. Look at the flush on her cheeks almost as if she were asleep—" Gently he picked up Jo's wrist and felt her pulse.

Sarah covered her with a blanket and for a moment they all stood looking at her. Bennet took off his glasses. His hands were shaking. "The brandy, Sarah, if you please. "

"I hope you're satisfied!" Nick rounded on him. "Didn't you realize after last time how vulnerable she is? Didn't it dawn on you it might be dangerous to play with this... this asinine previous time with Jo? She nearly died under hypnosis before in Edinburgh. Didn't my brother tell you? She stopped breathing then! Christ!" He struck his fist onto his open palm. "You're supposed to be a reputable practitioner! If Jo hasn't got the sense to stay away from you, then surely to God you can say no to her yourself!"

"Nick?" Jo's voice from the sofa was still very weak. "Nick. Don't shout. Please. "

He swung around to look at her. Jo was struggling to sit up. "Please, don't be angry. It's not Carl's fault. Everything went fine before. It was just that... that having a baby ... " Tears began to trickle down her face.

Sarah tiptoed forward. She crouched beside Jo. "Here, have some of this. It will steady you. " She closed Jo's fingers around the glass and helped guide it to her lips.

"My baby really is all right, isn't he?" Jo asked after a moment as she pushed the glass away.

Nick and Bennet looked at each other.

"Jo. " Bennet waved Sarah away and sat down on the sofa next to her. He took her hands in his.

"What's happened?" She glanced wildly from him to the others and back. "What's wrong? It was some sort of hallucination, wasn't it? That way he changed in my arms. That wasn't real. Why don't you tell me? My baby is all right?"

Bennet swallowed. He was still firmly holding her wrists. "Jo, my dear. There is no baby. That was all in the past. Another world. Another age. Another you. There is no baby here. " His face was full of compassion.

"But I gave birth to him! I held him... " Jo was crying openly now. She stared around, bewildered. "He was here ... in my arms. "

Bennet held out his hand to Sarah for the glass. "Drink a little more of this, Jo. It will help to clear your mind. The experience was so real for