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understand, darling.”
    â€œSo what’s the real difference between a one-legged and a mad husband? I can tolerate this sort of derangement on a daily basis. He doesn’t hear voices the way Lord Crumple does.”
    â€œGood point,” Jemma said. “You’re wonderfully brave.”
    â€œBut if Cosway is unable to respond to me…perhaps not.” Isidore pushed all her eggs to one side of her plate. “I can’t imagine myself choosing a consort simply in order to provide an heir. I’m not a very adventuresome woman.”
    â€œMost women would not be in your untouched state, given a husband who didn’t return from Africa for this many years. You are, as they say in the Bible, a pearl above price.”
    â€œI’m a tedious pearl,” Isidore said, moving all her eggs across the plate again. “I realized that during my stay at Lord Strange’s estate. I don’t want to have interesting conversations about French letters, or watch dissolute plays featuring half-naked mythological gods. And I don’t want a marriage predicated on my need to find a substitute in the bedchamber.”
    â€œThen you should certainly determine if Cosway is capable,” Jemma said. “If he is not, you can annul the marriage. If he is, you can resign yourself to his eccentricities.”
    Isidore nodded. She had read Tacitus on how to conduct a war, and Machiavelli on how to conquer a kingdom. She could launch a campaign so overwhelming that her husband would never know what hit him. The dowager duchess was almost certainly attempting to convince her son to wear clothing befitting a duke. Well, Isidore was going to spend her time trying to get him out of those same clothes.
    She pushed her plate away. Advance planning was crucial to any plan of war. “If I send a message to Signora Angelico, she will send me a nightdress on an urgent basis.”
    Jemma grinned. “That’s a brilliant trap. A capable man, presented with such a nightdress and your figure inside, will react swiftly. If not…”
    Isidore reached up and pulled the bell cord to summon her maid. Cosway’s days as a bachelor—and a virgin—were numbered.

Chapter Five
    Revels House
February 22, 1784
    S imeon’s father had rarely made use of his study. He was an outdoors sort of man. Simeon’s happiest childhood memories were of afternoons spent tramping through wet forests, looking for game.
    It made him uneasy to walk into his father’s study and sit down behind his great oak desk. He felt as if his father would erupt back into life, bellowing at him. Simeon shook his head. His greatest teacher, Valamksepa, had taught him the importance of maintaining peace by exerting personal control. He could hear the man’s soft voice in his ear, telling him that hunger, pain, thirst, lust…all of those things were nothing more than insects biting at the soul.
    A man walked through life on the path he created for himself. He did not allow pettiness to lead him astray. Valamksepa’s teachings had kept Simeon calm in the face of tribal unrest, the death of half his camel-drivers from intestinal fever, and fierce sandstorms. This was nothing in comparison.
    Simeon took a deep cleansing breath and sat down, pushing aside stacks of paper. Then he paused and looked again. An undated bill of trading for purchase of thatchery materials, presumably for mending village roofs. He looked at the next one. An imploring letter from a cottager, requesting winter wheat. His mother’s spidery handwriting noted, “Done.” He glanced through the first ten or fifteen. Only a very few contained his mother’s notations; the rest appeared to have been ignored.
    Anger is nothing more than the other side of fear…and both drive a man to his knees. A man never falls to his knees from anger, lust, or fear . The three most dangerous emotions.
    Simeon picked up a few more of the papers