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Автор: Bertrice Small
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      Also by Bertrice Small:

      The Kadin

      Love Wild and Fair

      Adora

      Unconquered

      Beloved

      Enchantress Mine

      Blaze Wyndham

      The Spitfire

      A Moment in Time

      To Love Again

      Love, Remember Me

      The Love Slave

      Hellion

      Betrayed

      Deceived

      The Innocent

       “The O’Malley Saga”

       Skye O’Malley

      All the Sweet Tomorrows

      A Love for All Time

      This Heart of Mine

      Lost Love Found

      Wild Jasmine

       “Skye’s Legacy”

       Darling Jasmine

      Bedazzled

      Beseiged

      BERTRICE SMALL

      Intrigued

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      Table of Contents

      Also by Bertrice Small: Title Page Dedication Prologue - SEPTEMBER 3 , 1650 Part I - ENGLAND AND FRANCE, 1650–51

      Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

       Part II - AUTUMN 1651–1655

      Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12

       Part III - MADAME LA MARQUISE 1656–1662

      Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20

      Epilogue - QUEEN’S MALVERN—SUMMER 1663 Copyright Page Notes

      For my dearest friend,

      Elaine Duillo.

      Thanks, sweetie!

      Prologue

      SEPTEMBER 3 , 1650

       James Leslie, fifth Earl and first Duke of Glenkirk, lay dying on the battlefield at Dunbar. Around him he could still see and hear clearly many of the brave, loyal men who would join him in death this day. The Scots were being brutally beaten by an army but half their size, yet with mindless arrogance they had moved the previous day from their position of strength on the hills surrounding Dunbar’s plain to boldly make their encampment directly before the English. It was a fatal mistake, for the terrain was impossible to defend, as the Scot Covenanter army of King Charles II quickly discovered. Of the twenty-three thousand who had seen the day begin, only nine thousand remained to see it end amid the smoking ruins of the Royal Stuart’s hopes.

      Among the survivors was Red Hugh More-Leslie, the Duchess of Glenkirk’s personal captain, who, seeing his master fall, had leapt over the dead and wounded to cradle James Leslie in his arms.

      “We’ll get ye out of here, my lord,” Red Hugh said.

      James Leslie shook his head faintly, saying but one word before he died. “Jasmine.”

      Cursing and weeping alternately, Red Hugh gathered the surviving men of Glenkirk to him. Of the hundred and fifty who had come to Dunbar, thirty-six remained. Putting their duke’s body over his horse, and taking mounts where they could find them, the Glenkirk men quickly departed the battlefield, swiftly heading northeast. Cromwell’s men were not noted for showing respect to the dead, or to the survivors; but Red Hugh would not allow his master’s body to be pillaged or savaged. James Leslie would be buried on his own lands, as had all those lords of Glenkirk who had come before him, except his own father.

      And most of the past Glenkirk earls had died in battle, Red Hugh remembered. In battles precipitated by the Stuarts, the captain thought grimly. Solway Moss in 1542 had taken the second earl, and his heir, along with two hundred men and boys from the estates of Glenkirk, Sithean, and Grayhaven. Red Hugh’s own great-grandfather had died at Solway Moss with the Leslies. His grandfather, the first Red Hugh, had survived to help bring the others home. Now history repeated itself in a particularly ugly way.

      His mistress, the duchess, had known before they had left Glenkirk last month that she would not see her beloved Jemmie alive again. Red Hugh More-Leslie had seen the resignation and sorrow in her eyes as she bid them all farewell. But the duke had lived a good life. He had been an honorable man. And seventy-two years was a goodly span, Red Hugh reasoned, as they rode toward home.

      Messengers would have to be dispatched to his two youngest sons in Ulster, to his daughters and sons in England, and to the daughter in the New World. They would be saddened, he knew, but the youngest of them, Mistress Autumn, would be absolutely heartbroken. She had been visiting in England this summer but been unable to return to Scotland because of the warring factions. What would happen to her now? he wondered to himself. Her father’s pet, the lass had been, and spoiled more than any of them, being the last. Well,