As far as he was concerned, he needed practice on both counts.

To that end, he persuaded Devil, so often his partner in crime in days past, now left to bear him company while their ladies took the an in the park, to help him up.

"If I can just get my legs functioning properly…"

Ducking one shoulder beneath Richard's arm, Devil helped him balance his weight as he rose from the side of the bed. "Let's try it to the fireplace and back. We need to avoid the window-they might glance back and see us."

Richard grabbed Devil's shoulder and lifted his foot to take the first step-

The door opened. "It's drizzling-" The Dowager, in advance of her daughters in law, halted and viewed her sons-caught in an act of disobedience-through narrowing eyes. "What is this?"

They both blushed. The degree of accent in Helena's speech gave them warning she was not amused.

"I would 'ave thought you were both now old enough to 'ave more sense," she declared.

"Sense?" Her expression mirroring her skeptical tone, Honoria stepped around the Dowager. Devil quickly slid Richard back down on the bed and straightened. Honoria marched up to him, met his gaze directly, then took his hand. "Come-I believe you've been relieved of duty here. Permanently." With that, she towed him to the door.

Devil cast a glance back at Richard and shrugged helplessly.

Richard tell back on his pillows with a groan-as the two most important women in his life descended on him.

They lectured and fussed and lectured again, in between tucking him in tenderly. He bore it stoically-with a final sharp but concerned glance, Catriona had to leave him.

Helena pulled up the chair, picked up Catriona's discarded mending, and settled down to watch over him.

Richard sighed. "I promise I won't try to get up again-not until my wife gives her permission."

"Be quiet. Go to sleep."

Helena's stern tone told him she had not forgiven him his indiscretion yet.

Richard swallowed a grunt. After a moment, he said: "You never fuss over Devil."

"That's because he never needed to be fussed over. You do-now be silent and sleep. And leave me to fuss."

Thus adjured, he shut up and found himself, to his surprise, drifting into a doze. Before he succumbed, he asked: "What do you think of Catriona?"

"She's the perfect wife for you. She will fuss very well in my stead."

Richard felt his lips twitch resignedly; he took her advice, shut up and slept.

He awoke some hours later to discover the twins, one perched in a straight-backed chair to the left, the other in a matching chair to the right, bright blue eyes wide, watching over him.

Astonished, he stared at them. "What the devil are you doing here?"

They smiled. "Guarding you."

Richard glowered; he looked them over, noting the full curves that filled out their bodices, the trim figures revealed by their muslin skirts-and glowered even more. "Your necklines are too low-you'll catch your deaths."

They bent identical disgusted looks on him.

"You're as bad as Devil.

"And Vane."

"Almost as bad as Demon-he's been underfoot everywhere we go!"

"What is the matter with all of you?"

He humphed and shut his eyes-and refrained from telling them. "This is the Lowlands," he stated incontrovertibly. "It's colder up here." He wondered if Catriona had some spare shawls they could pin over their shoulders, closed to the neck.

Still, at least they were up here, with him, Devil, Vane and Gabriel about, not gallivanting in the south, flaunting themselves like plump lambs before God knew how many hungry wolves, with only Helena for protection.

Keeping his eyes shut, he sank deeper into his bed. Perhaps there was some sense to this madness after all.

Chapter 18

The week passed slowly for Richard, confined to his bed, and in a whirl of unaccustomed gaiety for the other inhabitants of the vale.

They'd never encountered people like the Cynsters before.

Entering the stable yard four mornings later, Catriona was conscious of the smile on her face-it rarely dimmed these days, despite Richard's poisoning and what she would, once their guests left, have to face. For now, all was running smoothly, with a bubbling, effervescent sense of life. Thanks to their guests.

They were everywhere, helping with everything, yet they had, with a characteristic tact that was in itself overwhelming, managed to do so without stepping on anyone's sensitivities.

A feat that commanded her respect.

On her way back to the house after checking the still slumbering gardens, she paused to take in the activity in the yard. Devil was there with McAlvie and his lads; beside them, Vane and Corby were mounted, about to ride out to check the orchards. Vane was looking down, Devil was looking up-all the other men seemed not just smaller, but somehow less alive. Then Devil nodded and stepped back. Vane wheeled his mount; with Corby at his heels, he clattered out of the yard. Turning away, Devil collected McAlvie; with the herdsman's lads following close behind, they strode down the slope to the cattle barn.

Smiling to herself, Catriona resumed her progress to the house. Devil watched over the livestock, Vane the orchards. Without the slightest comment, they'd left the crops to her. They'd divided Richard's responsibilities between them and were acting in his stead. As for Gabriel, he'd appointed himself Richard's amanuensis; he was presently sitting with Richard and dealing with the accumulated correspondence concerning his business affairs. She hadn't realized how extensive Richard's investments were until Gabriel had found the pile of letters in the library and come storming upstairs, waving them and insisting Richard deal with them.

She was learning new things every day.

Like the fact that, while in no way susceptible in the common sense, the other women in the vale were very definitely appreciative of men like the Cynsters. A group of them had gathered in the doorway of the dairy to enjoy the sight of Devil and Vane. All the Cynster men drew the same response-they were always so elegantly dressed and shod, yet thought nothing of picking up an axe and splitting logs, or helping with a fence, or herding cows. The local women had grown used to Richard, but… their wide smiles and their comments, drifting on the breeze-"And there are more of them yet, Cook says." "Oh, my!" as, with smiling nods to her, they turned back into the dairy-suggested they were far from bored with the sight.

Her smile converting to a grin, Catriona climbed the steps and pushed through the heavy back door. Cynsters, she'd decided, were simply larger than life.

Two of them were baking bread. Up to their elbows in flour, Amelia and Amanda stood at the kitchen table, giggling with Cook's girls as they all kneaded dough. All the girls were flushed, Amelia's and Amanda's ringlets were dancing, their huge cornflower blue eyes brilliant with laughter. Even with flour smudges over their pert noses, they were beauties.

Beautiful young English ladies from one of the very best of the old families.

They could still giggle with the best of them. While certainly not unconscious of their charms, neither twin seemed to have a "conscious" bone in her body-while neither would ever forget who they were, they were openly friendly and ready to be pleased.

Cook's girls were in awe, but equally ready to join in the fun.

"Perhaps we could do the loaves in braids-like this." Amelia created a distinctly skewed braid with her dough.

"Aunt Helena likes bread made like that," Amanda explained, "but perhaps we should try some different shapes-braids might not be to the gentlemen's taste."

Smiling broadly, Catriona passed on, leaving them devising all manner of fancy loaves. Those sitting down to lunch would have a new interest.