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CHAPTER TWELVE

Lizbeth drew a deep breath. She had reached the door of the house. She had not even been aware of the dear familiarity of the drive and gardens as she came through them. Now, with a sudden throb of her heart she realized that she was home. She looked up at the gables, at the great width of the house stretching out on either side of her. It seemed almost as if the walls embraced her, the place where she was born and where she had lived all her life.
From within there was a sound of dogs barking and footsteps hurrying towards the door. She felt then a sense of panic -she had returned home, but alone. She was going to be asked what had happened to Francis. What was she going to say? And quite suddenly, as if in answer to the frantic searchings of her own mind, she felt as vividly as if it was still happening the noise, thunder and flame of battle around her and the heaviness of Master Gadstone's head against her breast. She knew then, as she dismounted from her horse and strode forward into the house, what she must say.
The servants were curtseying and smiling at the sight of her, the dogs were jumping up, barking a joyous welcome at her return. Now her father was hurrying towards her across the floor of the Great Chamber, Catherine behind him, her face avid with curiosity.
" My child, I am indeed relieved to see you," Sir Harry exclaimed.
His great arms encompassed his daughter and he placed heavy smacking kisses on both her cheeks.
" Lizbeth, you are a bad girl to go sneaking off like that," Catherine scolded.
There was no venom in her voice and Lizbeth knew suddenly she was no longer afraid of her stepmother. The room seemed big and vast. She realized that it was in contrast with the after cabin of the Santa Perpetua.
" And where is Francis?" her father boomed, his eyes on the door.
The moment had come when she must answer this question. "Francis is dead," Lizbeth replied quietly. "Dead?"
She could feel their eyes resting on her face.

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