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- You, my dear, have received an offer of marriage.

- A what?

- From an incredibly wealthy gentleman

with an old and prestigious title.

- Good heavens!

I do not know His Grace, or any Grace, for that matter.

This family's happiness is worth every sacrifice.

- Then you mean to accept the duke's offer?

- Dearly beloved,

we are gathered here together in the sight of God

to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony.

- Is your name really Persephone?

- It is.

Did you not think to ask?

- I had expected someone rather long in the tooth;

- So had I.

- Give the poor girl a chance.

It's not her fault you've ended up

with every man's idea of a perfect wife.

- 24 hours into this ill-conceived marriage

and my wife is already sobbing.

[gentle instrumental music]

- [Persephone] "Dear Persephone,

we've been home for two days now

and I am nearly dead with boredom!

Athena spends all her time practicing country dances.

[Persephone giggles]

I do not think she will find a husband

dancing like she does.

No gentleman would want to marry someone

who dances like a cow.

I am running around like a heathen

and terrorizing the neighborhood.

It's lovely.

I wish you were here so we could be heathens together.

When can I come explore your towers?

You did promise.

I will have my birthday in London, Daphne says.

I will invite you.

If the duke wants to come, he can too,

even if he never did talk to me once

while I was at his castle.

Please write to me.

Be sure to put the guinea under the seal.

Your sister, Artemis."

[footsteps approaching]

- You seem in good spirits this afternoon.

- I've been reading a letter

from my youngest sister, Mr. Windover.

- We are practically brother and sister;

we needn't be on such formal terms.

- Do you miss your family, Harry,

being here as long as you have been?

- I consider Adam my brother.

Being here is being with family.

- How is it that the two of you are so close?

He is so hostile towards you.

[Harry chuffs]

- Adam is hostile toward everyone.

It is just the way he is.

- Does he never show any tenderness of feeling?

[Harry chuckles]

- Not in the two decades I've known him.

- Then you forged a friendship

with someone who was already adversarial?

- Adam saved my skin.

I was something of a runt,

and the other boys at Harrow found

that grounds for torturing me.

Adam put a stop to that.

- They took orders from him?

- They were afraid of him.

They still are.

Everyone is.

- But he would've only been seven or eight years old.

- Seven.

Oh, he was a force to be reckoned with.

By the time he was a shell, he ran Harrow.

- Shell?

- The youngest year.

Some of the boys, now grown gentlemen, of course,

still whimper when they see him.

- To be so utterly terrifying when he was only a child.

- Well, it wasn't that, exactly.

He was,

still is,

remarkably intelligent.

And he is authoritative,

the kind of man few people question.

Even at seven he was very much that way.

And he is utterly unafraid.

- There is nothing that frightens him?

Nothing that intimidates him?

- Mm.

- Why won't he ever look at me?

- What do you mean?

- Never mind.

- He never looks at you?

[Persephone sighs]

Hmm, that is out of character for him.

Adam usually faces problems directly.

- I am a problem, then?

- A poor choice of words on my part.

A great deal has changed lately.

Adam does tend to get more,

I don't know,

prickly when he has a lot on his mind.

- So you're saying I shouldn't give up yet?

- If I'd given up on Adam for being grumpy,

we wouldn't be friends.

- How long did it take for him to stop being

prickly with you?

- He still is.

Adam would never admit it,

but he knows I refuse to be bullied,

and I think he respects that.

He keeps trying.

But I think he hopes it'll never work.

- So he doesn't like people who are intimidated by him?

- He doesn't respect them.

- That is a little different.

- It is a great deal different to Adam.

Adam likes his mother.

- But he doesn't respect her?

- Mother Harriet, I have called her that since I was a boy,

has made something of a hobby out of pitying Adam.

- And he doesn't like that?

- Ha, it frustrates him.

Frustrates him.

- Mm.

If Adam does not like people to be afraid of him,

why does he go to such lengths to make certain they are?

- I have my theories,

but Adam's motivations are not a topic

I am willing to discuss.

- I am attempting to find my place here

and claim a degree of equanimity with my new husband.

I need help if I am to have any hope of understanding Adam.

- Most people do not even try.

But he is worth sorting out, Persephone.

I promise you,

he is.

He really never looks at you?

Something about you has ruffled him.

Nothing ruffles Adam.

[door clicks]

[door thuds]

[footsteps retreating]

[John speaking indistinctly]

[horse grunting]

- Stay.

Go around, walk past.

One more.

[hooves clopping]

Jus' so, Yer Grace.

She's a bit skittish this morning,

it bein' so cold an' all.

- Haven't you a horse that isn't skittish about cold?

- Well, Atlas behaves in the cold.

- [Persephone] Who named the horse Atlas?

- His Grace did.

- And His Grace does not think it a ridiculous name?

It being Greek and mythological?

- Named 'is own mount, Zeus.

That be one o' them heathen gods an' all.

[Persephone chuckles]

- Such names are not ridiculous for horses.

- Then I had best search the forest for a sorceress

to transform me into a horse

lest I spend the rest of my life doomed

to a constant state of ridiculousness.

- You would make an atrocious horse, Persephone.

- On that, we can agree.

- What brings you out this early?

- I was hoping to attempt to ride again.

- How long have you been out of the saddle?

- 10 years.

- 10 years!

And you were going to attempt to ride Alibi?

- Ah, no, Yer Grace.

The Duchess were just askin'

if the filly were ailin' or upset.

I was thinkin' Atlas would be good for Her Grace.

- That's a good choice.

- Are you really going to try riding again?

- To be perfectly honest,

I'm not certain one could accurately call

my previous experience riding.

Our neighbors, the Uptons,

allowed me to ride a pony of theirs on occasion as a child.

If memory serves, it was aged

and did little more than shift its weight.

- Stay, stay.

She's calm an' steady, Yer Grace.

She'll not hurt you.

- May I feed her a carrot?

The Uptons' pony was fond of carrots.

- Well, perhaps the poor thing waddled so much

because he was overfed.

[Persephone laughs softly]

That's it, calmer.

That's it.

[Persephone laughs]

- If she and Atlas part company,

see to it that John has her brought up to the castle.

- Don't you even want to see her try?

- [Adam] I've seen enough people quit in my lifetime

without witnessing the same thing again.

- I think she'll surprise you.

[soft music]

- [John] Ey, [indistinct].

- Have them over?

- [John] Yeah.

[soft music continues]

[soft music swells]

[John speaking indistinctly]

[soft music continues]

- You've had quite a few riding lessons now.

Are you feeling more confident in the saddle?

- Quite a bit more.

Tomorrow I intend to attempt to jump the castle wall.

Atlas doesn't know yet.

- Eh.

Just my luck that I'll miss that.

- Miss it?

- I am for Hawick in the morning.

- Are you certain you couldn't leave tonight?

- Do you go to Scotland often?

- I have an aunt and uncle in Hawick.

They're always asking me to come for a visit.

- And I am always asking you to leave.

How is it that their requests are adhered to

and mine are ignored?

- Because I know you do not actually want me to go.

- I have never been to Scotland.

- You live a stone's throw from it now.

Perhaps you and Adam

could gad about Hadrian's Wall sometime.

- I do not gad about.

- I have not ever been to Shropshire,

though I hear it is beautiful.

- I admit to being very biased on the matter,

but I think it is the most beautiful area of England.

All my family does.

Athena waxes poetic about it quite often.

Evander's letters regularly mention missing Shropshire.

- Have you heard from either

of your young navy brothers recently?

- The last letter I had from Evander

indicated the Triumphant, the ship they are serving on,

was not far from Spain.

- There's a great deal of activity

in that part of the world just now.

- I worry over the boys almost constantly.

And I worry about my sisters, and my father.

About quite a few people, truth be told.

- Well, rest assured, Persephone,

you needn't worry about me while I'm away.

My aunt and uncle will fuss over me more than sufficiently,

leaving you ample energy for gadding about with Adam.

- I do not gad about.

[Harry chuckles]

[tender music]

[disquieting music]

[cutlery clinking]

[disquieting music fades]

Good afternoon, Adam.

- I will not intrude on your solitude for long.

This has arrived, and I wish to explain.

- Please sit, Adam.

- I'm fine.

- I'm not asking for your comfort, but for my own.

I have no desire to strain my neck looking up

as you loom over me.

- Now will you open the parcel?

- You said you wanted to explain.

- After you open it.

[paper rustling]

[gentle music]

[Adam sighs]

You cannot ride without a proper riding habit.

I ordered it because you need one

and I did not think you knew where to obtain it.

- You ordered this for me?

- I don't know that it is the color you would have chosen.

But, well, blue seemed a good option.

You'll need it when you ride regardless of its color.

- You must have great faith in my ability to learn to ride.

Thus far I am proving a very poor pupil.

- Quite a bit better yesterday.

- You watched me?

- With Harry gone, I have a lot of time on my hands.

Your boots will take longer to arrive.

- Well, you've ordered boots for me as well?

- Well, your house slippers

are hardly appropriate for riding.

- I haven't been wearing slippers.

- You might as well have been.

- I don't know what to say, Adam.

- It's not necessary for you to say anything.

I only wished to explain.

- Thank you, Adam.

This is probably the most beautiful thing I've ever owned.

- And it'll be warm.

- You chose a good color. I do like blue.

- Oh, I, um, I nearly forgot.

This has arrived for you as well.

I shall leave you to your letter.

[sullen music]

Persephone?

- There's been a battle at sea.

Near Cape Trafalgar.

Um, the Triumphant sustained heavy losses.

- Your brothers?

- Linus's fate is unknown.

[sullen music continues]

Evander is dead.

[rain pattering]

[thunder rumbling]

[Persephone sobbing]

[morose music]

[Persephone continues sobbing]

[thunder rumbling]

- She's in pain,

and I can't do a blasted thing about it.

I haven't the first idea where to start.

When mother was distressed, she just left Falstone.

[thunder rumbling]

Persephone hasn't left yet.

So, what do I do?

I don't want her to be miserable.

I need her...

Duke's don't need people.

Mother has always preferred being away from me.

Persephone will as well.

[wolves howling]

[Adam breathes heavily]

[wolves continue howling]

[door clicks]

[tender music]

- Adam?

Adam, I think I hear wolves.

[wolves howling]

[tender music continues]

[wolves continue howling]

[tender music continues]

[wolves continue howling]

I'm trying to be brave, Adam.

[tender music continues]

[tender music fades]

[birds chirping]

[footsteps retreating]

[Adam inhales heavily]

[sullen music]

[Persephone sobs]

[sullen music continues]

- I need my family.

[Persephone sobs]

- You didn't bring a coat.

You'll contract an inflammation of the lungs.

Everyone in London will accuse me of poisoning you.

[Persephone laughs]

You'll be warmer inside.

Look, with Harry still gone,

the castle will be quiet.

And you can find a private spot to go and, uh,

and do whatever it is you do after you cry.

- I usually sleep.

And wake up with a headache.

- Sounds awful.

- Generally, I can't help myself.

- It's falling off of you.

You'll be warmer if you just button it.

- You really don't want me to be cold.

- I don't want you to be miserable.

[wolf howls]

[door clicks]

[door creaks]

[wolves howling]

- [whispers] Adam.

[wolves continue howling]

[whispers] Adam.

[Persephone blows candle]

[wolves continue howling]

[soft music]

[soft music fades]

[Adam clears throat]

- You've missed your riding lesson this morning.

- I'm afraid I overslept.

- And how is your head?

- My head?

- You said last night that your head hurts

after you've been crying.

- It does ache a little.

- There is an apothecary in Sifton.

It's quite competent.

I could send one of the grooms for some powders.

- I don't need any powders just now, but thank you.

- John has indicated that Atlas can be saddled

whenever you would like to have your riding lesson today.

- I'm not sure I'm up for a ride.

- Are you certain you do not wish for some powders?

I could have some here before the weather changes.

- Rest is what I need most.

But, again, thank you for offering.

- Yes.

[footsteps clacking]

- [Barton] Urgent message for Your Grace.

[paper rustles]

[tense music]

- Tell the stables to prepare my swiftest traveling coach.

And send someone to Sifton for Mr. Johns.

- [Barton] Yes, Your Grace.

- Are you leaving, Adam?

- Almost on the instant.

Tell Mrs. Smithson to prepare Mr. Windover's usual room.

- Is something the matter with Harry?

- He's taken exceedingly ill

at an inn between here and Hawick.

- What are you intending to do?

- Go retrieve him, of course.

If the stables will ever send my carriage, that is.

- It looks like it might snow.

- It's precisely why I wish to make an immediate start.

- But is it safe?

If the weather worsens, you might become stuck on the road.

- I can reach the inn before then.

- How will I know you're safe?

- If I do not return tonight,

you can assume that I am waiting out the weather

at whatever flea-infested hostelry

Harry has decided to take ill in.

- I will assume no such thing.

Simply not returning will tell me nothing.

You could just as easily be half frozen

on the side of some road

or devoured by wolves or ill yourself.

- I've driven these roads for years.

I've never once broken down.

- You must promise me you will be careful.

If you don't, I will worry.

- Why would you worry about me?

- Why wouldn't I?

- No one worries about me, Persephone.

- Someone does now.

- Don't.

- I'm afraid I can't help it.

- Like crying?

Worrying will probably give you a headache as well.

- Then spare me the headache

and promise me you will be cautious.

[tender music]

- I will be cautious. I promise.

[tender music swells]

[thunder rumbling]

[tender music fades]

[perplexed music]

[door thuds]

[perplexed music continues]

Where is the owner of this establishment?

[perplexed music continues]

- I'm Smith.

What can I do for you, guv'nuh?

- There is a gentleman staying at this inn, Mr. Windover.

Where is he?

- Huh.

How much is knowin' worth to you?

Is that your way of begging me pardon?

- I beg no one's pardon. Where is he?

- Settle the cove's bill, then I'll tell you.

- His bill will be settled

in the usual manner, upon departure.

- Afraid I'll be adding to the bill, then.

Inconvenience, you see.

But, iffen you're in a mind

to toss a few extra pounds in,

you might save yourself some blunt in the end.

[Smith spats]

- A few extra pounds?

What do you feel you are currently owed?

- Can't say really.

Goes higher all the time, doesn't it?

Reckon a few shillings been added since we've been talking.

- Where is the gentleman who's staying here?

- I'll call your account due, Hooper.

- I ain't got a shilling.

[coin clinks] [Hooper exclaims]

A half-crown.

- Where is the gentleman who's staying here?

- First door on your right, guv'nuh.

- Blast it, Hooper.

[door creaks]

[liquid trickling]

[Adam exhales heavily]

- If you're dead, don't expect me to eulogize you.

[Harry chuffs]

- Even to tell me to shut up one last time?

[Harry coughing]

- What instructions did the physician leave?

- [inhales] Haven't seen one.

- Was one not sent for?

- I made repeated requests, Your Grace.

But I was prevented at every turn by-

[tense music]

- Why did you not allow a physician to be summoned?

This gentleman is clearly ill.

- I ain't running a charity, guv.

He'd nothing to pay a doctor with.

And his manservant, there, is poorer than he is.

- So you left him to grow more ill,

perhaps to the point of endangering his life?

- Poor people die all the time, don't they?

- How many have died in this inn

waiting for help that was never going to come?

- The sick and dying don't fight back.

Makes it easier to settle their bill.

- By picking their pockets, no doubt.

- Adam.

Can we go back to the castle?

- From the looks of you,

we'd do better to go directly to a cemetery.

[Harry chuckles]

- Likely a good idea.

- Let's get Mr. Windover to the carriage.

- [Croft] Of course.

[Harry groans]

[Harry coughing]

- How much do you imagine you are owed by Mr. Windover?

- Considering everything, I'd settle up for five pounds.

- Five pounds?

Nothing you have provided or could provide

is worth a tenth of that.

- I reckon you can afford it.

- And do you demand such exorbitant sums

from people who can't afford it?

- Someone will always walk away poorer, guv.

I'm just making certain it ain't never me.

- Your five pounds.

- Here's hoping we can do business again in the future.

- We will.

[door thuds]

[rain pattering]

[tender music]

- You've taken Evander.

Please do not take my husband as well.

[tender music continues]

[Persephone exhales heavily]

[carriage approaching]

[tender music continues]

- Take him to his chambers.

[Harry coughs]

Is Mr. Johns here?

- Yes, Your Grace.

[Adam exhales heavily]

[tender music continues]

- I told you I'd be careful.

- I suppose I should've believed you.

- Yes, you should've.

- You look cold.

- I'm freezing.

- You should change into something warm and dry.

Mr. Johns will see to Harry.

- Are you to be my voice of reason, then?

[Persephone flinches]

- Your hand is cold.

- I'm, [clears throat] my apologies.

If you'll excuse me, I've been told

I ought to change out of this cold, wet clothes.

- I'm glad you've returned, Adam.

[tender music continues]

Does Mr. Johns feel that Mr. Windover will recover?

- He does, now that Mr. Windover is here.

He had begun making a turn for the worst at that inn.

I, I shudder to think of the outcome

if His Grace hadn't rescued him.

- While His Grace may have carried out the rescue,

your letter is the reason we knew it was necessary.

We are all indebted to you for that.

- Mr. Windover is a good man.

- Yes, he is.

Adam.

Mr. Johns believes Harry will recover.

- I suspect Harry is too stubborn not to.

What is he in need of?

- The apothecary is providing powders and a tisane.

Aside from that, he says Mr. Windover needs rest.

- Then we will allow you to see to his comfort.

- I haven't had a chance to check on Harry myself.

- Bringing Harry here

was the best thing you could've done.

Allowing him to sleep will be the next best thing.

- I suppose I should listen

when offered such sage advice.

- I agree.

[tender music]

You've been out in the cold all day, Adam.

You should get some rest as well,

or you might very well end up as ill as Harry.

[tender music continues]

I will have the kitchen send you up a tray.

[tender music continues]

[wolves howling]

[Adam sighs]

[door clicks]

[door creaks]

[wolves continue howling]

Adam?

[wolves continue howling]

Oh, Adam, you've married a coward.

[tender music]

[wolves continue howling]

[tender music continues]

[Adam sighs]

- At least she doesn't snore.

[thunder rumbling]

[wolf snarls]

[horse neighing]

[ominous music]

Persephone!

[trees rustling]

[wolf whimpers]

Persephone!

[wolf snarls]

Persephone!

[door clicks]

Persephone- - Adam.

Uh, what?

[Adam sighs]

- Ridiculous.

[door thuds]

I'm behaving like a ridiculous lack-wit,

panicking over a dream.

- [Persephone] Adam? - What?

- Harry seems a little better this morning.

- I am glad he is improving.

- So am I.

- Are you planning on riding this morning?

- I am.

- [Adam] I would rather you didn't.

- [Persephone] But I'm-

- I would rather you didn't.

- I won't if you really don't want me to.

- Good, I think it would be best if you did not.

[Adam breathes heavily]

What in the blazes is wrong with me?

- Oh!

- I get that a lot. [chuckles softly]

- Ah, w-we've been worried about you.

- It's all been a ploy to get attention.

[Harry coughs]

Why were you so displeased

when you were looking in the mirror?

- Oh, it was nothing.

- That wasn't nothing.

- Do you think

I'm ridiculous?

- Ah, lard buckets.

Adam's been talking again, hasn't he?

- He looked me over, studying me very closely.

Then he said "Ridiculous."

- He once described St. James's Palace as ridiculous.

It's his favorite word.

- He is so confusing.

- [laughs] All part of his charm, Persephone.

[disquieting music]

- How did he come to have such extensive scars?

[disquieting music continues]

- Adam's born with a stub

where his right ear was meant to be.

A succession of surgeons

came to the castle over the first few years of his life

attempting to find it.

- The scars, then,

weren't the result of an accident?

- They were attempting to "fix" him.

But, in the end, he still has no ear,

his hearing is still a little muffled on that side,

and he's been left scarred

in more ways than one.

[Harry coughing]

- You need to rest.

- I'm fine.

- And I won't keep you from it.

If there is anything at all that he needs,

do not hesitate to ask.

- Thank you, Your Grace.

[gentle music]

[gentle music swells]

[gentle music fades]

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