Love Strikes a Devil (eBook)
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Barbara Cartland eBooks Ltd (Verlag)
978-1-78867-083-8 (ISBN)
Barbara Cartland was the world's most prolific novelist who wrote an amazing 723 books in her lifetime, of which no less than 644 were romantic novels with worldwide sales of over 1 billion copies and her books were translated into 36 different languages. As well as romantic novels, she wrote historical biographies, 6 autobiographies, theatrical plays and books of advice on life, love, vitamins and cookery. She wrote her first book at the age of 21 and it was called Jigsaw. It became an immediate bestseller and sold 100,000 copies in hardback in England and all over Europe in translation. Between the ages of 77 and 97 she increased her output and wrote an incredible 400 romances as the demand for her romances was so strong all over the world. She wrote her last book at the age of 97 and it was entitled perhaps prophetically The Way to Heaven. Her books have always been immensely popular in the United States where in 1976 her current books were at numbers 1 & 2 in the B. Dalton bestsellers list, a feat never achieved before or since by any author. Barbara Cartland became a legend in her own lifetime and will be best remembered for her wonderful romantic novels so loved by her millions of readers throughout the world, who have always collected her books to read again and again, especially when they feel miserable or depressed. Her books will always be treasured for their moral message, her pure and innocent heroines, her handsome and dashing heroes, her blissful happy endings and above all for her belief that the power of love is more important than anything else in everyone's life.
The beautiful young Charisa Templeton has always loved her father's old friend, the Marquis of Mawdelyn, and as a child she roamed Mawdelyn Priory with his nephew, Vincent, whom she adored.And her father, who is a rich man, has helped support The Priory through difficult times and Charisa is his only child.Greatly saddened to hear that the charming Marquis has died, she is however glad that his heir, Vincent, will be coming home soon from his Army posting in India to claim his title and estate. But then Fate strikes another blow with the news that Vincent has been killed in India. Reluctantly Charisa and her father prepare to welcome the next in line to the Marquisate, the half-French Gervais Mawde, who no one seems to know anything about.But as soon as he arrives at The Priory they sense that something is wrong. Penniless, he immediately sets about selling off the family treasures and dismissing loyal servants, even the Vicar! Worse still he forces his attentions onto the shy and unworldly Charisa. But just as she begins to despair, her prayers are answered and Vincent appears, alive but in terrible danger. Someone is trying to kill him and now they realise who! None other than Gervais, who is not only a murderer but also a Devil worshipper and is planning to use innocent Charisa in a Satanic Black Mass. The burning question is, can love conquer the forces of darkness?
Chapter One ~ 1893
Vincent Mawde thought with a sigh of relief that he had at last found a place where he could stop for the night.
He dismounted and took his horse under a tree.
The animal was too tired to have gone any further. Nevertheless he hobbled his legs so that he should not escape before morning.
Then he looked for a sandy place where he could sleep without, as he had endured last night, feeling a number of sharp stones under his blanket.
He had a tent, if that was the right word for it.
It covered him while he slept and protected him from being bitten by the mosquitoes and other insects to be found in that part of India.
He was tired, desperately tired.
Yet he looked forward to eating first the meagre fare he had brought with him and having a drink.
This he did and then, taking the two bottles of Indian beer that were left, he walked to the other side of the trees and set them down in a small stream, which would keep them cool until the morning.
When he returned, the sun was sinking down towards the horizon.
It would not be long before it was dark. But there would be the moon and stars to alleviate the darkness.
He erected his tent and put inside it a thick blanket for him to sleep on.
He certainly would need nothing over him.
He had already pulled off most of the light clothes he was wearing which were those of a low caste Indian traveller.
He was in disguise and it was seldom when he travelled that he was himself.
At least now he was on his way back to civilisation.
By the Mercy of God, having completed the mission that he had been sent on, he was still alive.
He was just about to crawl into his tent when he heard the sound of a horse’s hoofs approaching him.
He was instantly alert, afraid that it might be yet another enemy.
He had already escaped from quite a number.
Then, as the man drew nearer, he could see the uniform coat that he was wearing.
Vincent gave a shout of delight. Holding up his hand in welcome, he stood waiting until the young Officer reached him and dismounted.
“Vincent! Is it really you?” the newcomer asked. “I had almost given up hope of finding you.”
“I certainly had no idea of seeing you here, Nicolas,” Vincent Mawde replied. “But why are you searching for me?”
“I have such a lot to tell you,” Nicolas Giles said. “Where can I leave my horse?”
“Where I have put mine,” Vincent replied, “under the trees.”
Without saying any more, Nicolas Giles led his horse towards the trees.
Vincent Mawde looked after him with a puzzled expression on his face.
What possible reason could there be for his fellow Officer to have come in search of him in what he thought of as the ‘back of beyond’?
In less than a week he would have been back in his Barracks.
It seemed extraordinary.
However, after being alone for so long, it was extremely good to see a friendly face.
Fewer than five minutes passed before Nicolas came striding back from the trees, pulling off his uniform coat as he did so.
Vincent had pitched his tent below some rocks that had once been the ruin of a Hindu Temple.
They afforded him both protection from the sun and somewhere to rest his back.
He was sitting now with his feet stuck out in front of him.
His face, like his body, was darkened and it would have been difficult even for his nearest relatives to recognise him as a fair-skinned Englishman.
Nicolas joined him and, throwing his coat down on the ground, said,
“I cannot tell you how glad I am to have found you. All I can say about this country is that it is too big and too hot!”
Vincent laughed.
“I agree with you. At the same time I would not be anywhere else.”
“I am afraid that is where you will still have to be,” Nicolas replied.
Vincent looked at him in surprise.
“What do you mean?”
“I was told by the Viceroy to come and find you.”
“The Viceroy?” Vincent repeated. “What the hell does he want now?”
Nicolas held out a newspaper.
“First of all, Vincent, he sent you this.”
Vincent took the newspaper from him and saw that it was open at the Court Circular pages.
“It’s bad news, I am afraid,” Nicolas added.
Vincent glanced down the page and saw that one entry had been underlined.
He read,
“DEATH OF THE FOURTH MARQUIS OF MAWDELYN
We deeply regret to report the sudden death of the Marquis of Mawdelyn, the Lord Lieutenant of Berkshire,
The Marquis had been in ill health for only a few weeks before he died last Thursday.
The Head of one of the oldest and most respected Families in England, he will be deeply missed both in this country and in his traditional position at the Court of Queen Victoria – ”
There followed a long description of the many positions that the late Marquis had held with distinction and the large number of decorations that he had been awarded.
The last paragraph read,
“The Marquis never married, and his heir is Captain Vincent Mawde, who is at present serving abroad with his Regiment in India. Captain Mawde is the son of the late Lord Richard Mawde, a younger brother of the Marquis.
The funeral will take place on Saturday at Mawdelyn Priory.”
Vincent read the entry to the end.
Then he put down the newspaper with a sigh and Nicolas said,
“I am sorry, Vincent, and it means, of course, that we shall lose you.”
“Then I suppose I shall have to go home,” Vincent agreed.
“That is what the Viceroy said,” Nicolas replied, “and he also thought that you should do so at once without returning to Barracks.”
Vincent raised his eyebrows.
“Why did he say that?”
There was a short pause before Nicolas replied,
“That is another thing I have to tell you. You have an enemy.”
“I am aware of that,” Vincent answered.
“I don’t mean the enemies you have just been coping with. There is nothing unusual about them.”
“Then what do you mean?” Vincent asked in bewilderment.
“When you left,” Nicolas said, “and you will remember that it was in the middle of the night, Jeffrey Wood came to hear about it at once through his batman.”
Vincent knew Jeffrey Wood well. He was a brother Officer in the Regiment for whom he had no particular liking.
Major Wood resented that he received special treatment because of his involvement in what was secretly referred to as The Great Game.
Vincent would disappear from his normal Regimental duties for long stretches at a time and no one asked questions as to where he was.
There was, of course, no particular date known of when he was likely to reappear.
He was sent on special missions by the Viceroy and the High Command of the Army and most of his brother Officers accepted this as a matter of course.
However, Major Jeffrey Wood was jealous that Vincent should be in such personal touch with the Powers that be.
His sarcastic remarks about favouritism irritated Vincent, although most of the time he paid no attention to what he thought was a childish attitude on the part of a man who was older than he was.
Now he asked,
“What has the ‘Galloping Major’ been up to?”
“When you left in the middle of the night,” Nicolas told him, “nobody but me saw you go.”
“I remember that.” Vincent nodded. “And it was all hush hush as usual.”
“Well, Jeffrey became aware that your room was empty,” Nicolas continued, “and before it was daylight he had moved in just in case somebody else staked a claim on it!”
Vincent laughed.
“That sounds very like the Major’s tactics and I hope he was comfortable.”
“He was murdered!” Nicolas said quietly. “Sometime between the moment he climbed into your bed and when his batman called him in the morning.”
“Murdered?” Vincent exclaimed. “I don’t believe it!”
“It is true,” Nicolas answered. “The man who did it was caught.”
“Who was he?”
“An Indian of no particular interest and when they persuaded him, somewhat roughly, into telling the truth he said that he had received his orders from England.”
Vincent stared at his friend.
“I don’t believe you!” he said. “Who in England could possibly want me killed?”
“Apparently they paid him well for he had quite a great deal of money on him,” Nicolas replied.
“It must have been the usual Russian stirring up trouble amongst the tribesmen.”
“The Viceroy and apparently also the Commander-in-Chief think differently,” Nicolas said, “and they have advised you to go home since you are now the Marquis of Mawdelyn, but also to go secretly and on no account to return to Barracks.”
“But you have the man who killed Jeffrey in custody.”
“The Viceroy thinks he is not the only one who has been given instructions to get rid of you. You remember that incident in the bazaar two months ago?”
Vincent frowned.
Of course he remembered it.
He had been walking back through the bazaar after a secret meeting with a man who had given him some very valuable information.
Because there had been no reason to visit the man in disguise, he was actually wearing his uniform.
He had appeared to be shopping as many soldiers did when they were off duty.
The conference, however, had taken longer...
| Erscheint lt. Verlag | 1.8.2018 |
|---|---|
| Sprache | englisch |
| Themenwelt | Literatur ► Historische Romane |
| Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen | |
| ISBN-10 | 1-78867-083-3 / 1788670833 |
| ISBN-13 | 978-1-78867-083-8 / 9781788670838 |
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