The Ravenscar Dynasty by Barbara Taylor Bradford Read Free Book Online

vitally important for their wellbeing.’
    He gave her his hand; she took it and rose. Togetherthey left the room. Slowly they climbed the stairs leading up to the nursery floor which the younger children still used.

    The moment he saw his mother George leapt up from the chair where he was seated and rushed to her, flinging himself against her body so hard she staggered slightly. He wrapped his arms around her, needing her protection, approbation and love. ‘Oh, Mama, why did it happen? Why? Why?’ he wailed, tears filling his smokey-green eyes. ‘WHY?’ he demanded in a louder voice, his young face full of grief and anger intermingled. ‘I want to know why Papa and Edmund are not coming back. Please tell me, Mama .’
    â€˜If I knew I would of course tell you, George,’ Cecily softly responded, holding the boy closer, glancing down at him, her heart full. She smoothed her hand over his blond hair and went on, ‘None of us quite understand yet what happened, George. Ned is going to find out if he can, and then he will tell us.’
    Turning to face his brother, George asked a little plaintively, ‘You will, won’t you, Ned?’
    â€˜I will indeed…As soon as I know, you’ll be the next.’ Edward drew closer to his mother and brother and put his arms around them both protectively, holding them close to him for a few moments. Suddenly he became aware of Meg standing near the window sobbing; George’s volubility and Meg’s weeping only served to make him conscious of Richard’s absolute quietness, the pool of stillness surrounding him. Theyoungest of his siblings was huddled in a chair at the far end of the room, his face the colour of bleached bone, the light grey eyes almost black in the dimming light of late afternoon. The boy looked so sorrowing Edward felt heartsick.
    Moving away from his mother, who was still holding George, Edward hurried across to Richard. He stared down at the youngest member of the family, and noticed at once that the pinched, drained look of earlier had settled on the child’s face yet again.
    â€˜Don’t be afraid, Dick,’ Edward murmured softly, leaning down to the boy. ‘I’ll look after you.’
    Richard nodded and struggled to his feet. Gazing up at his adored Ned, he whispered, ‘I want to know everything, like George. I want to know about Papa and Edmund.’ Tears came into his eyes and he said in a trembling voice that was almost inaudible, ‘I said Edmund could be impatient…I wish I hadn’t said that .’
    â€˜I understand, but it’s all right, Dick, really it is.’ Reaching out, he pulled the youngster into his arms and held him tightly, stroking his dark head. ‘I will keep you safe. Always.’
    â€˜You do promise?’ the boy whispered.
    â€˜I do promise. And you must try to be brave and help Mama.’
    â€˜I will, Ned. I promise, too.’ He hesitated and then asked, ‘Are you going to Italy?’
    â€˜Yes, I have to, and Cousin Neville is coming with me. We’ll find out everything, and then I’ll tell you.’
    â€˜You will come back, won’t you, Ned?’ Richard asked, his voice tremulous, his eyes suddenly awash with tears.
    â€˜Of course I’ll come back…Ravenscar is my home,and you’re here, aren’t you? I shall always come back to you, Little Fish.’
    Richard nodded, and glanced at Meg. ‘She’s been crying a long time.’
    â€˜I shall go to her at once, perhaps I can console her.’
    A moment later Edward was holding his sister in his arms, trying to calm her, soothe her, give her comfort.
    Meg wept against his shoulder for a while, and then finally, taking deep breaths, she managed to gain control of herself. Slowly her shoulders stopped heaving and the sobs lessened. When she lifted her hands to her face and wiped away the tears with her fingertips, Edward saw at once the