“I get that idea. I just don’t understand why.”
“Even if some of the men in there may be driven only by scientific curiosity, there are others whose intentions aren’t so honorable. I know they won’t shrink from anything to achieve their ends. You can’t trust any of them. Any of them, Gwyneth.”
I sighed. None of what she’d told me seemed the least bit useful.
From where we were in the garden, we heard the sound of an engine, and a car drew up at the front of the house. Even though cars weren’t really allowed in here at all.
“Time to go, Grace!” called Lady Arista, coming out of the house.
Mum got to her feet. “Oh, what a lovely evening lies ahead! Glenda’s icy looks will freeze the food on our plates.”
“Why did that midwife go away today? And why didn’t you have me in a hospital?”
“I wish they’d leave the poor woman in peace,” said Mum.
“Grace! Come along now!” Lady Arista was tapping the tip of her umbrella against the wrought-iron gate.
“I think they’re going to put you in the naughty corner,” I said.
“It breaks my heart, leaving you alone.”
“I could just go home with you,” I said, but even as I said it, I knew I didn’t really want to. It was just like Falk de Villiers said—I was a part of this business now, and oddly enough, I didn’t mind the idea.
“No, you can’t,” said Mum. “You could get hurt or even killed in uncontrolled time travel. At least you’re safe from that here.” She hugged me. “Don’t forget what I said. Trust no one. Not even your own feelings. And go very carefully with Count Saint-Germain. It’s said that he can get into people’s minds. He can read your thoughts and, even worse, control your will if you let him.”
I hugged her back as hard as I could. “I love you, Mum.” Over her shoulder I could see that Mr. de Villiers had come out of the front door as well now.
When Mum turned she saw him, too. “And you want to be particularly careful with that one,” she said quietly. “He’s become a dangerous man.” But I sensed something that sounded like admiration in her voice, so I asked, “Mum, did you ever … er, have something going on with him?”
She didn’t even have to answer. I could see from the look on her face that I’d hit the bull’s-eye.
“I was seventeen and easily impressed,” she said.
“I get the idea,” I told her, grinning. “Those are amazing eyes, right?”
Mum grinned back as we sauntered deliberately slowly toward the gate. “Oh, yes. Paul’s eyes were just the same. But unlike his big brother, he wasn’t at all condescending. No wonder Lucy fell in love with him.…”
“I’d love to know what happened to them both.”
“Sooner or later I’m afraid you will.”
“Give me the key,” said Falk de Villiers impatiently. Mum handed him the key to the door through the wrought-iron pattern, and he unlocked it. “I sent for a car for you.”
“We’ll meet at breakfast tomorrow morning, Gwyneth,” said Lady Arista, putting a hand under my chin. “Chin up! You’re a Montrose, and we stay calm and composed everywhere, always.”
“I’ll try, Grandmother.”
“That’s right. Oh, dear!” She waved her arms about as if shooing flies. “What do those people think they’re doing? I’m not the Queen!” But with her elegant hat, her umbrella, and the coat, all color-matched, she obviously looked so British to the tourists that they were taking photos of her from all sides.
Mum gave me a last hug. “The secret has already cost human lives,” she whispered into my ear. “Don’t forget that.”
I watched her and my grandmother with mixed feelings until the car had turned the corner, carrying them away.
Mr. George took my hand and held it firmly. “Don’t be frightened, Gwyneth. You’re not alone.”
He wasn’t kidding. I was surrounded by loads of people I wasn’t supposed to trust. I mustn’t trust any of them, my mum had said. I looked into Mr. George’s friendly blue eyes and searched them for something dangerous and dishonest. But I couldn’t see anything of the kind.
Trust no one.
Not even your own feelings.
“Come along, we’d better go in. You must get some food inside you.”
“I hope that little conversation with your mother was illuminating,” said Mr. de Villiers on the way upstairs. “Let me guess: she warned you against us. We’re all unscrupulous liars, am I right?”
“You’ll know more about that than I do,” I said. “We were talking about how you and my mother once had something going on together.”
Mr. de Villiers raised his eyebrows in surprise. “She told you that?” There was actually a touch of embarrassment in his expression. “Ah, well, that’s a long time ago. I was young and—”
“And easily impressed.” I finished the sentence for him. “That’s what my mum said too.”
Mr. George roared with laughter. “Oh, yes, that’s right! I’d quite forgotten. You and Grace Montrose, you made a handsome couple, Falk. If only for three weeks. Then she plastered a slice of cheesecake over your shirtfront at that charity ball in Holland House and said she never wanted to say another word to you.”
“It was a strawberry tart,” said Mr. de Villiers, with a twinkle in his eye. “She really meant to throw it in my face, but I was lucky and she only hit my shirt. The stain never came out. She was jealous of a girl whose name I can’t even remember.”
“Larissa Crofts. She was the chancellor of the exchequer’s daughter,” said Mr. George.
“Really?” Mr. de Villiers seemed genuinely surprised. “The chancellor now or the chancellor then?”
“Then.”
“Was she pretty?”
“Reasonably pretty.”
“Well, anyway, Grace broke my heart, because after that she started going out with another boy from my school. I remember his name all right.”
“Yes, because you broke his nose and his parents nearly sued you for it,” said Mr. George.
“Is that true?” I was absolutely fascinated.
“It was an accident,” said Mr. de Villiers. “We were on the same rugby team.”
“Such revelations, Gwyneth!” Mr. George was still chuckling happily when he opened the door of the Dragon Hall.
“You can say that again.” I stopped when I saw Gideon sitting at the table in the middle of the room. He came toward us, frowning.
Mr. de Villiers gently guided me in. “It was nothing serious,” he said. “Love affairs between the de Villiers and Montrose families never work out. You could say they were doomed to fail from the start.”
“I’d call that an entirely superfluous warning, Uncle Falk,” said Gideon, crossing his arms. “She’s definitely not my type.”
By she he meant me. It was a second or maybe two before the insult sank in. My first instinct was to say something like “Well, thank God for that! I’m not too keen on arrogant show-offs, myself.” But I kept quiet.
Okay, so I wasn’t his type. So what? If I wasn’t, I wasn’t.
As if I cared.
Received exciting news from the future today. The eleventh in the Circle of Twelve, Gideon de Villiers, will elapse to spend three hours a night with us in future. We made up a bed for him in Sir Walter’s office. It is cool and quiet in there, and the boy will be protected to a great extent from curious glances and stupid questions. During his visit today, all the officers on duty looked in “quite by chance.”
And quite by chance, they all had questions to ask about the future.
The boy told us it would be a good idea to buy shares in Apple, whatever that may be.
FROM THE ANNALS OF THE GUARDIANS
4 AUGUST 1953
REPORT: ROBERT PEEL, INNER CIRCLE
TEN
“CLOAK: VENETIAN VELVET, lined with silk taffeta. Gown: printed linen from Germany, trimmed with Devonshire lace, with a bodice made of embroidered silk brocade.” Madame Rossini carefully spread these garments out on the table. After we’d eaten, Mrs. Jenkins had taken me back to the sewing room. I liked this little room better than the formal dining room; there were wonderful fabrics lying around everywhere, and Madame Rossini was probably the only person here whom even my mother couldn’t possibly have distrusted. “The ensemble in mid blue with touches of cream, an elegant afternoon outfit,” she went on. “And matching shoes, silk brocade. More comfortable than they look. Luckily you and the coat ’anger take the same shoe size.” She placed my school uniform aside. “Oh, mon Dieu, the most beautiful girl in the world would look like a scarecrow in this. If they would only shorten the skirt to a fashionable length. Ah, zat ugly yellow! Whoever designed this ’ated schoolgirls. He really ’ated them!”
“Can I keep my own underwear on?”
“Only the panties,” said Madame Rossini. “Wrong for the period, but no one will be looking under your skirt. Or so I ’ope. If they do, you just kick zem good and ’ard. It may not look like it, but these shoes have toes reinforced with iron. ’Ave you been to the toilet? It is more difficult with the dress on.”
“Yes, I have. You’ve asked me that three times already, Madame Rossini.”
“We must make sure of everything.”
The way people fussed about me here kept surprising me, and all these little details! After dinner, Mrs. Jenkins had even handed me a brand-new toiletry bag so that I could brush my teeth and wash my face.
I’d expected the corset to cut off my air supply and squeeze the roast veal right out of me, but it was surprisingly comfortable. “I thought women fell down fainting in rows from wearing these things.”
“Oh, zey did. First, because they laced them too tight. And second, you could ’ave cut the air with a knife, because nobody washed, they just put on more perfume,” said Madame Rossini, shuddering at the idea. “Lice and fleas lived in their wigs, and mice even made nests in them. The most beautiful fashions, but not a good time for ’ygiene. You’re not wearing a corset like those poor creatures. You ’ave a special one à la Madame Rossini, comfy like a second skin.”
“I see.” I was terribly excited when I climbed into the hooped petticoat. “This feels like carrying a birdcage around with me.”
“Zis is nothing,” Madame Rossini assured me, as she carefully put the dress over my head. “The ’oop is tiny, not like they wore at Versailles at that time. Twelve feet in diameter! And yours is not whalebone but featherweight high-tech carbon fiber! But don’t worry, no one will see zat.”
Pale blue fabric patterned with cream-colored sprigs of flowers was billowing all around me. It would also have looked pretty good as a sofa cover. But I had to admit that, even with the enormous skirt and seemingly impossible length, it was very comfortable, not to mention a perfect fit.