by Joan Wolf
“The horses are all right?” Gabrielle said.
Albert nodded.
“Good. Now, is there any food in the kitchen? We pushed on to make it here this evening and we missed dinner.”
“I think there’s some cold meat and bread,” Mathieu said.
“I’ll go and fix something,” Gabrielle said. “In the meanwhile, you boys can show Leo to his room.”
Both boys looked at her. Albert said, “Which room is Ms? There is no extra room.”
“He’s going to stay in my room,” Gabrielle said. “It would look distinctly odd if he did not.”
Both boys frowned and looked at Leo.
“Your sister will be perfectly safe,” Leo said. “The only consequence she might suffer from this masquerade is a little embarrassment.”
“I am never embarrassed,” Gabrielle said. “Go along now and take him upstairs.”
The two boys and Leo, who was carrying his portmanteau, went up the stairs with obedient alacrity.
Gabrielle fixed a plate of cold roast beef and sliced bread, which she set on the kitchen table. Emma was already sitting at the table when the boys and Leo joined them. Mathieu and Albert had already eaten, but they sat at the table, anyway, clearly wanting to hear whatever the conversation was going to be.
Gabrielle sat down and put some meat on her plate. She looked at her two brothers, then she looked at Leo. He was piling roast beef on his plain, slightly chipped white plate.
He looks down on us, she thought. He is an English colonel and we are just circus folk. I foresee an uncomfortable four weeks ahead.
Leo looked up from his meal. “Has the gold been loaded?”
Gabrielle looked at Mathieu. “Yes,” he said. “Monsieur Rothschild’s men came three days ago and transferred it into our wagons. No one saw them. The rest of the wagons only came yesterday.”
“I would like to see the gold myself,” Leo said.
Gabrielle was insulted. “Do you think we would lie to you?”
“Not at all. But since I have been charged with getting it safely to Portugal, I must see it.”
He doesn’t trust us, she thought. She said coolly, “Better to look tomorrow morning, when we are loading up to go. It will look strange to the rest of them if you start poking around the wagons now.”
He looked annoyed. “Of course,” he said in a clipped voice.
She pressed on. “As I believe I told you, my family, Emma and Gerard are the only ones who know about the gold. We don’t want to do anything to raise suspicion in the others.”
“I said I agreed with you.” His annoyance showed in his voice. “I’ll wait until tomorrow to check it.”
Gabrielle was pleased. She had gotten under his guard. She rewarded him with a smile.
He stared back, his face impassive. He was the first man she had ever met who did not respond to her smile. The smile died away from her lips and she regarded him thoughtfully. Did he never smile himself? She could not remember seeing him smile once during that long dull ride from Brussels to Lille—he had not even smiled when they were buying clothes and he had looked so funny in the jacket he had tried on.
Was he always like this, or was it just because he was with people he thought were beneath him?
Don’t brood about it, Gabrielle, she told herself. You only have to put up with him for four weeks and then your duty will be done and he will go back to his regiment. Let him be as sour as he pleases. It can’t bother you.
“Everything is ready,” Albert said. “Do you want to leave tomorrow?”
“Is everyone else ready?”
“Yes, we were just waiting for you,” Mathieu said.
“There’s no point in waiting, then,” Gabrielle replied. “The sooner we leave the sooner we will get our cargo to its destination.”
“What is your agenda?” Leo asked abruptly.
“Our first stop is Amiens,” she said. “We will spend one day traveling and then two days in Amiens, where we will give four performances—one in the afternoons and one in the evenings. Vincent, our advance man, has gone ahead to Amiens to procure a field for us and to book lodgings.”
He frowned. “You didn’t mention Vincent.”
She lifted a delicate eyebrow. “Didn’t I? I suppose I forgot because he’s our advance man, he doesn’t travel with us, he travels ahead of us. We meet him at a designated spot and he takes us to the field he has rented and gives us directions to the lodgings he has procured.”
“He puts our bills up all around town, too,” Albert said eagerly. “Here, I’ll show you one.” He jumped up and went into the living room, coming back with a paper in his hand. Leo took it.
ROBICHON CIRQUE EQUESTRE A GRAND EQUESTRIAN DISPLAY
STARRING MLLE GABRIELLE ROBICHON
DANCING HORSES!
HORSES AT LIBERTY!
JUGGLING!
TIGHTROPE DANCING!
DARING FEATS OF HORSEMANSHIP!
M. LUC BALZAC!
M. SULLY, the Clown!
TUMBLING!
TRAINED DOGS!
THE COURIER OF ST. PETERSBURG!
Performances
12:00 and 4:00
“Very nice,” Leo said, looking up from the circus bill. “But there is no direction.”
“Vincent will write the direction on each bill before he posts it,” Emma explained. “He’ll also write the days of the week we will be performing.”
Leo nodded and handed the bill back to Albert.
Emma stood abruptly. “There is a trundle bed in my room, Gabrielle. Shall I have one of the boys bring it into your room for Leo?”
Everyone stared at Leo as the thought of their sleeping arrangements was introduced.
Gabrielle suppressed the urge to laugh. “I own I would like to see the sight of Leo trying to sleep on a trundle bed.”
“You forget I have been in the army for five years,” he said imperturbably. “A trundle bed will look good compared to some of the places I have slept.”
“Good,” Emma said briskly. “Mathieu, come upstairs with me and we will move that bed.”
Mathieu got to his feet. He looked at Leo suspiciously. “Where are you going to sleep when we are on the road? There will only be one bed in the room Vincent rents for you.”
“If I have to sleep on the floor, I will,” Leo said a little impatiently. “I’ve done it before.”
Mathieu’s brown eyes searched his face and seemed to be satisfied with what he saw there. He nodded and turned to follow Emma out of the room.
“I’m going to walk down to the barn to see the horses,” Gabrielle said. “Would you like to come, Leo?”
“Yes, I would.”
“Come along, then,” she said. “Albert, if you will put the dishes in the sink, I will wash them when I get back.”
Gabrielle picked up a lantern from beside the kitchen door and lighted it from a candle, her greyhound going immediately to her side. Gabrielle turned to Leo and gave him what she hoped was a superior look. “We can go out this way,” she said. “Do try to keep up.”
Four
The lantern threw a yellow light on the path before them and Leo took it from Gabrielle’s hands, saying, “Let me carry that.”
They crossed the yard, the dog leading the way, and went down a path that led to a large barn. When they had driven in earlier, Leo had seen that it looked rather ramshackle, but now in the dark it was simply a great looming building in front of them. The door was open and inside smelled like horses and hay.
He held up the lantern to illuminate the area.
“This way,” Gabrielle said. “We’ll say hello to the Lipizzaners first.” Her voice softened. “Hello there, fellow.”
Leo heard a soft nicker, and a white face loomed up out of the darkness of the stall. Gabrielle rubbed the white forehead and straightened a forelock. She gave the horse a piece of sugar, then opened his stall door to check if he had a full bucket of water.
“This is Sandi,” she said.
“Neapolitano Santuzza, to be formal about it.”
“He’s small,” Leo said in surprise.
“Lipizzaners aren’t tall, like thoroughbreds. They are built for collected work, not for running races. He has marvelous muscles, though. You will see them tomorrow.”
“I’m looking forward to seeing him perform,” Leo said sincerely. It was the one good thing he had heard about this circus. He might have to put up with tumblers and clowns, he thought, but at least he would get to see Lipizzaners in action.
Gabrielle moved to the next stall, the greyhound at her heels. “And this is Conversano Nobilia, also known as Noble.”
Another white head appeared out of the darkness and another piece of sugar was snapped up. Once again Gabrielle checked the water.
“How old are they?” Leo asked.
“Sandi is twelve and Noble is thirteen. But Lipizzaners can work for a long time. Some of the horses that perform at the Spanish Riding School in Vienna are in their twenties.”
“That is remarkable,” Leo said. “Thoroughbreds can’t match that.”
“Thoroughbreds are beautiful animals, but they are no good for a circus. My father used to say all they are good for is going fast.”
“But they do that extremely well.”
He saw her white teeth gleam in the lantern light. “Yes, they do. I must say I have a wish to ride a thoroughbred one day. It must be like sitting on the wind.”
“That’s a good way of putting it,” he said approvingly.
She moved gracefully across the aisle to another stall. “And these are our Arabians,” she said. “They perform at liberty. You will be amazed at what they do.”
He followed her to the next stall. “At liberty?” he asked.
“Yes, they have no bridle or saddle and they go by themselves in a circle, turning and reversing and circling at the slightest signal—without a hand touching them. It is an act Papa invented and it always gets a rapturous response from the audience.”
“It sounds impressive,” he said, noting the pride in her voice.
“This is Kania,” she continued, offering sugar. She then went down the line, checking water and naming each horse as it came forward for its treat. “This is Shaitan, this is Sheiky, this is Fantan, and this is Dubai.”
Each of the horses had the dished face and wide forehead of the true Arabian. All of the horses were pure white.
They recrossed the aisle to the Lipizzaner side of the barn. “And this is our darling Coco, our rosinback horse.”
“What is a rosinback?” he asked curiously.
“Coco is the horse most of the trick riding is done on. We put rosin on his back so that the vaulters’ slippers won’t slide,” She patted his white face. “He’s part Percheron and he’s a sweetheart.”
When she spoke to her horses her voice was soft and full of love. For the first time, Leo found himself liking this circus girl.
“Are these all your performance horses?” he asked.
“Yes. The next horses in line are our wagon horses. They deserve a treat, too.” They went along the line and fed eight more horses, who came as eagerly for their sugar as the elite horses had.
“I’m looking forward to seeing them all in the light of day,” Leo said as he accompanied Gabrielle to the door. The greyhound preceded them out.
“They are lovely horses,” she said. “My papa picked them all. He used to be Master of the Horse under the late king, you know.”
“So Rothschild told me. He also told me that your father died recently. I am sorry for your loss.”
“We miss him very much,” she said softly. “It is a big responsibility for me, to try to run the circus the way he would have wanted. But I have the help of my brothers and Emma and Gerard.”
He glanced down at the girl at his side. It was a lot of responsibility to rest on those slender shoulders, he thought. And she had had the courage to take on Rothschild’s gold, too.
“Your brothers are very young.”
“Yes, but Papa trained them well.”
“I noticed that it was your name on the circus bill.”
“I am the featured rider and trainer, yes. Mathieu and Albert are good riders, but not as good as I.” She said this perfectly matter-of-factly. “I have Papa’s touch with horses, you see.”
They were approaching the door to the farmhouse kitchen and he held up the lantern to illuminate the doorknob.
“Who is Luc Balzac, the other equestrian mentioned on the bill?” he asked.
He noticed the faintest change in her voice as she answered. “Oh, Luc is a wonderful rider. You will have to see him to believe what he can do.”
She pushed open the kitchen door and went inside, followed by Leo. As he extinguished the lantern she went to the sink. “I will just wash up these dishes,” she said. “You can dry.”
He looked up from the lantern. “I beg your pardon?”
“I said, you can dry these dishes after I wash them. Here is a towel.”
He stared at the towel she was holding out as if it was a poisonous snake. She chuckled, a rich, husky sound that was thoroughly delightful. “Have you never dried dishes before?” she asked disbelievingly.
“No, I have not,” he replied defensively.
“Well, now is a good time to start,” she said. “In the circus we all have to do a little of everything.”
He considered telling her to go to the devil, but then his common sense stepped in. I suppose I must blend in, he thought. It’s only for a month.
He came forward and took the towel from her hand. He waited while she washed a plate in a pan of water and then he dried it.
“See?” she said, giving him a smile. “It’s not so bad.”
He looked back impassively. “It’s a new experience,” he said.
Her smile faded and she turned away, plunked another plate in the pan and washed it.
It was about ten o’clock at night when everyone went to bed. There was a tense silence as they all went up the stairs and Leo and Gabrielle went together into her room.
“I will be right next door if you need me,” Mathieu told his sister meaningfully.
“I’m sure I won’t,” she replied. “Anyway, I have Colette. Get some sleep, Mathieu, and stop worrying about me.”
“Good night, cherie,” Emma said, and kissed her on the cheek.
“Good night,” Gabrielle replied. She opened the door to her bedroom. “Come along, Leo,” she said, then went into the room, leaving the door open for him.
She talks to me exactly as if I was her dog, Leo thought indignantly as he followed her in, candle in hand.
The bedroom was not large. It had a four-poster bed, and at its foot a narrow trundle bed had been made up with a quilt and a pillow. There was one nightstand and a wardrobe and a single straight chair in front of the fireplace.
Pretty dismal, Leo thought, thinking of his own sumptuous bedroom at home.
The dog jumped onto the bed and settled herself along the bottom. He looked at her for a moment before he turned to Gabrielle. “Is this your farm?” he asked.
“No, we rented it for the winter. It is not so easy to find a place for four months that has the stabling we require, so we have to take what we can get. We had this place last winter and I was lucky enough to get it again this year. They are looking to sell it, but the wartime economy is bad.” She paused and gazed around the tiny room.
“Getting dressed and undressed is going to be a problem,” she finally said. “There is no private dressing room in any of the places where we will be staying. If we turn our backs on each other can I trust you not to look?”
“Certainly,” he said stiffly.
“All right. I will get undressed in front of the wardrobe and you can get undressed on the far side of the bed. Don’t look until I say it’s all right.”
Leo said, “I had intended to sleep in my clothing.”
“Don’t be stupid,” she replied. “You don’t have that many changes
and we don’t have much chance to do laundry. Don’t you have a nightshirt with you?”
He did not enjoy being called stupid and replied even more stiffly than before. “As a matter of fact, I do.”
“Then put it on,” she ordered. “I have been a married woman. I have seen a man in a nightshirt before. You won’t shock me.”
The humor of the situation suddenly struck him. He was sounding as if he was a virgin, he thought. His mouth quirked into a smile. Very well, he thought, if he wasn’t going to scandalize her in his nightshirt he would be very much more comfortable than he would be sleeping in his clothes.
“All right,” he said. He lifted his portmanteau onto the bed, extracted a nightshirt and turned his back. “I won’t turn around until you tell me I can,” he said.
“Good.” He heard her walking toward the wardrobe.
Silence fell as he removed his clothing and slid the nightshirt over his head. The bedroom was cold and he moved quickly. It was about three minutes before he heard her say, “All right. You can look now.”
He turned around and she was wearing a long white flannel gown with a collar and buttons. Her hair was still fixed into a coronet around her small head. “You can have the bed. I’ll fit in the trundle bed much better than you.”
“I wouldn’t dream of taking your bed,” he said with surprise. “No gentleman would consign a lady to a cot while he slept in comfort.”
“You may be a gentleman, but I’m not a lady,” Gabrielle said. “I’m a practical woman who works for her living. And it’s ridiculous to fold you up on that bed when I shall be perfectly comfortable there.”
As if to prove her point, she went over to the trundle and sat down. Then she reached up and began to remove the pins from her braids. “Go ahead,” she said. “Get into bed. It’s cold in this room and your legs are bare.”
He was slightly scandalized. There was no other way to put it. Leo was far from being a virgin, but he was a little off balance with this girl who coped so matter-of-factly with their intimacy.
“What about the dog?” he asked.
“She always sleeps on the bed. She won’t bother you. You have plenty of room.”