Lucy Wickshire 36 Chapter Five 5

Walter had headed back home, awaiting night. He was unsure why he had offered to help her, but when he returned, he was sure it was the right decision. Lady Wickshire had instructed him to help Lady Steinhouse with whatever she wanted and he could not seem to fit in with the idle lifestyle at home. He returned that afternoon, with nothing to do. Only a few hours in and he had had enough of the lifestyle. His mother on the other hand, was having a filled day. She could finally talk with educated women. Though they were not n.o.bility, they had a high standing in the countryside. Especially after she had accidentally made it known that her son circles n.o.bility. It was a risk she had taken, even though she knew her son never talked about work and she did not have the stomach to ask. Something about his silence made every other person avoid the topic. She wondered if he would scold her when he returned, but he did not. She had waited around all day after sending off all of her guest, yet he had not approached her.

She took a cup of tea to his room and knocked.

"Enter." she heard him say and her breathe stifled. This was her son; when had she begun to be wary of his fury? Taking in deep breathes, she entered.

"Walter, it is mother." she smiled gently as she approached his bed. He was lying down with eyes closed, so she put down the tray beside his bed.

"I brought you some tea. I had some sampled from the local store around. It's really good." she said.

"Thanks, Ma." he answered.

"You are not allowed to call me that. I may have let such unsophisticated speech pa.s.s back in the village, but I will not anymore." she cautioned him. Only then did he open his eyes. Seeing that she had his attention, her smile deepened.

"Okay, mother." he corrected himself.

"Are you angry with me, Walter?" she asked cautiously, yet he just stared. He understood her point. He had instructed that she stay low, but she had gone and announced to the entire countryside that they had arrived.

"Think about it Walter, you cannot hide the fact that n.o.blemen enter and leave as they liked for long. The servants talk, you know. This way, we answer all questions. We are a merchant family from south of the kingdom moving here for business opportunities and to make sure we get a good marriage match for Amie. Your work makes you interact with some of n.o.ble society. That way, anyone who sees you outside does not think it wrong." she explained herself, but Walter only sighed. Unable to understand the meaning behind his sigh, she went ahead to explain.

"As we are now living in this household, we must play the part well. That way, no one would be too curious about us." she said but Walter had yet to answer. He understood her point; and seriously, he thought she was right. At the time, he had only thought of the implications of having the lady's gold and diamonds locked in his vault and would have preferred if they were hiding under a rock. Now that it had come to this, he saw nothing wrong with what she did.

But he knew his mother well; she was not one to come all the way up to explain herself. She would have said something during lunch or dinner, yet she waited this long. She wanted something.

"What is it, mother? Do you want to do something?" he asked.

"Your father is really strict and has not allowed me to take money for other things. I known we've not been here a while, but there are still a lot of things needed to be done. I understand his point; it's not right for us to use too much money when we are just getting to understand the farm, but your sister needs clothes and the house needs better cutlery and tea sets. I basically had to beg your father to give me the money I used to buy the necessities I needed to host my guests. I..." she complained.

"Mother, get to the point." Walter felt his head start to spin.

"I want to take Amie and some servants and head into the city and I need money." she smiled.

"We will talk tomorrow." he said and she nodded. That may not have been confirmation, but it was enough. She could see a glimmer of hope.

"Have a good sleep." she said as she slowly left.

"I have something to do this night. I will leave soon." he said and she paused before nodding and leaving with her candle, allowing the room to descend into semi darkness. Walter could not deal with this at the moment. He had in his possession the gold Lady Wickshire had sent her maid to deliver to him the last time, and the diamonds he had bought from that Barney when he delivered to him information about the Townsdale land while investigating the Mclears.

Honestly, he had enough money to give his mother to go wild in the city. But he had a feeling that he should not over indulge her. She may come to love this life style a little too much and it would take a few months before they could comfortably start using money from the farms. He understood his father was taking time to understand the villagers, the work done so far, making repairs and preparing for the harvest season arriving the next week. Added to the fact that he had to get the stock sold before the white cold arrives, His father's plate was full. He was contemplating helping out, But he understood that he could only do so when he was not on orders.

Orders. That sent chills down his spine. The lady was very vague the last time she talked to him; he was not sure what she wanted him to do. All he was told was to help Lady Steinhouse out. Walter shook away the thoughts and got up to change. Wearing a heavy coat to keep him warm, he rode out of the estate under the cover of night.