THE SINCEREST FLATTERY (TWIST UPON A REGENCY TALE #6) BY JUDE KNIGHT EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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February 1792
“Ride on ahead, Lance,” Percy begged. “Let them know I have been
delayed.” At least, that is what he intended to say, though his stuffed-up
nose and raw throat garbled the words.
His brother apparently grasped his meaning, for he shook his head. “I
shouldn’t leave you, Percy. I won’t leave you, at least not until after I’ve
spoken with the physician.”
“Can’t keep a lady waiting,” Percy insisted, but he might have saved
himself the trouble. Lance might be nearly five years his junior, and mostly
content to go along with his older brother’s plans and schemes, but when he
dug his toes in, there was no moving him.
A knock on the door. Perhaps it was the physician? It was the
innkeeper’s wife, with a tray. “Some chicken soup for the young lord,” she
offered.
Percy didn’t want food, but Lance and the innkeeper’s wife insisted he
would recover more quickly if he kept up his strength. He succumbed to
having his pillows plumped so he could sit up, at least enough to have the
tray put on the bed.
But his head hurt too much to lift it, and the spoon felt as if it was ten
times the size it looked and made of granite. In the end, Lance fed him, a
spoonful at a time, until he covered his mouth after the sixth spoonful.
“Enough. Let me lie down, Lance. There’s a good chap.”
The innkeeper’s wife, who was hovering, asked, “Did you understand
him, my lord?”
“He has had enough, and wants to lie back down,” Lance explained. “I
daresay your head hurts, old chap.” He had picked up the tray and handed it
the woman, and was supporting Percy with one arm, while rearranging the
pillows with the other. “You should let me stay and nurse you, Percy.”
Percy shook his head, a slow and tiny movement from side to side, so as
not to burst his pounding head right open.
Another knock on the door, and this time it was the physician. Lance
hustled the innkeeper’s wife away and fetched Martin while the doctor did
his examination. That was a relief. If he had brought Martin to listen to
instructions for Percy’s care, then Lance intended to follow his brother’s
instructions.
The brothers were on their way to meet the girl to whom Percy was
betrothed. It would be rude to keep Lady Aurelia waiting. Percy could
already tell—and was unsurprised to hear the physician telling his brother
—that he would be a week or more in bed with this wretched cold.
This ague, rather, which is what the doctor called it. Was an ague
different to a cold? Worse? Percy couldn’t see that it mattered. Nothing did,
except for the wretched head, the throat, the blocked nose, the cough that
seemed to twist his ribs inside his chest and tear his muscles.
The doctor droned on, and Percy heard bits and pieces in between bouts
of coughing and musings about Lady Aurelia. Her miniature was pretty.
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