White Horses. Joan Wolf

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for you and I’d like to explain it.”

      The earl drew his eyebrows together. “A job? I don’t have time to do any jobs, Herries. I am returning to my regiment next week.”

      “If you would just let me explain, my lord…”

      “Oh, all right.” The earl folded his six-foot-two body onto one of the chairs. “Go on.”

      “I’m sure you are aware of the difficulties the Marquess of Wellington has been having with funds,” Herries began.

      The earl nodded. “He needs to feed and pay the troops, and the local Spanish and Portuguese bankers won’t accept paper money anymore. He needs gold coin.”

      Herries continued. “Mr. Rothschild has managed to buy up for us several million newly minted napoléon d’or coins in Holland.”

      The earl’s face broke into a rare smile. “Good for you, Mr. Rothschild. Well done.”

      Rothschild smiled back.

      Herries went on. “Our only problem, my lord, is that we need a way to safely transport the gold to the army in Portugal.”

      “It’s still in Holland?” the earl asked.

      “Yes, and we need to get it through France to Wellington in Portugal. Needless to say, once the French government gets word of the sale of all those gold coins to Rothschild, they will be on the lookout for anything that might look like an English conveyance.”

      The earl arched an eyebrow. “By any chance, does this job you have for me have something to do with the transportation of these coins?”

      “It does, my lord.” Herries pulled at his lip, then turned to the other man. “I think I’ll let Mr. Rothschild explain.”

      Rothschild looked earnestly at the tall, fair-haired man. “I have had some experience in this sort of thing, my lord. As you may or may not know, my family has transferred money around Europe all during the years of Napoléon’s regime. One of the most trustworthy means we have found for doing this is a French circus, the Cirque Equestre. The circus owner, François Robichon, used to be Master of the Horse to Louis XVI, and he has no love for the Revolution or for Napoléon. The circus can travel anywhere without question, and Pierre has moved money for us successfully on a number of occasions.”

      “Two of the circus wagons have false bottoms where the gold can be stored,” Herries put in.

      The earl nodded. “It sounds like an excellent idea, but how does it involve me?”

      Herries looked at the splendid young man who was sitting across from him. He had never met the Earl of Branford before, and faced with the man in person, a task that had once seemed reasonable now seemed highly improbable. He looked again at Nathan Rothschild.

      Nathan continued. “Very unfortunately, François died several months ago and the circus is now headed by his daughter. I am hesitant to commit such a large sum of money to the care of so young a girl. I want her to have a British escort to make certain that the money gets safely to Portugal.”

      “And I want her to have a British escort to keep her honest. We don’t want little fingers dipping into the gold bags,” Herries said bluntly.

      Now both of the earl’s eyebrows went up. “A British escort would most certainly draw French attention to the circus, exactly what you are trying to avoid.”

      “Not if the escort pretended to be a part of the circus,” Rothschild reasoned bluntly.

      There was a moment of silence. “And you want that escort to be me?” the earl asked at last.

      Herries shifted on his chair. The earl hadn’t changed his own position, but there was a dangerous look in his eyes. Herries cleared his throat. “That’s right, my lord.”

      “May I ask whose idea it was to attach me to a circus?” the earl asked, his pleasant voice in contrast to the look in his eyes.

      Herries could not bring himself to meet that blue-green gaze. “Lord Castlereagh put forth your name, my lord. As you can understand, he is quite anxious that the gold arrive as safely and as promptly as possible. Wellington will need it to finance his next campaign and his subsequent entry into France.”

      Silence. Finally the earl asked with awful courtesy, “Am I supposed to—perform?”

      “Of course not, my lord,” the two men chorused in horror.

      The earl linked his long, manicured fingers together on his lap. “Then how are we to account for my sudden attachment to a circus? I speak French, but not like a Frenchman. And I’m not the sort of person who just blends into the background,” he added ironically.

      “We have thought about that problem, my lord, and we have come up with a solution,” Herries assured him. “You will pretend to be Gabrielle Robichon’s new husband.”

      This time the earl’s eyebrows almost disappeared under the lock of golden hair that had fallen over his forehead. “What?”

      Herries said earnestly, “It is the only way to disguise you, my lord, other than making you a performer. Mademoiselle Robichon’s family will have to know the truth, but the rest of the circus performers will think you are married.”

      “I see,” the earl said slowly. “I am to pretend to be the husband of a circus owner.”

      Herries and Rothschild exchanged glances. Neither one of them dared to answer.

      There was a long silence.

      “I suppose I shall have to do it,” the earl finally said. “It’s essential that the money get to the army.”

      For the first time Herries realized that he had been holding his breath. He let it out slowly.

      Rothschild said, “Thank you, my lord. I realize that this duty may be distasteful to you, but we do feel it is necessary.”

      “And the girl is willing to pretend that I am her husband?”

      Rothschild nodded decisively. “She agreed.”

      The earl asked, “What’s in it for her? Are you paying her to carry the gold?”

      Rothschild said with dignity, “Of course I will pay her, but she is also doing it because she knows her father would want her to. François Robichon was a royalist through and through.”

      The earl unlaced his fingers. “Where am I to meet this circus?”

      Herries said, “I think it would be a good idea for you and Gabrielle to meet in Brussels. That is where you will tell people that you were married. Then you can return to the circus together.”

      “Very well.” The earl stood up. “I imagine you would like me to get started as soon as possible.”

      “Yes, my lord. Gabrielle will be waiting for you at the Hôtel Royale.”

      “Is there any particular name I am to go by?”

      Herries said, “You could use your given name, my lord. I don’t think anyone would recognize it.”

      The earl smoothed one of his sleeves. “Very well. I will meet this Gabrielle and go with her to the circus, where I will pretend to be her husband. What about the gold?”

      “It will be loaded into the circus wagons before you get there, my lord. You should be able to start your journey immediately.”

      “How long will it take us to get to Portugal?”

      “If you get the gold to Biarritz, the army will take it over the Pyrenees to Wellington,” Rothschild said. “The journey from Lille to Biarritz should take about a month, my lord. The circus will have to make stops to perform. It would look suspicious if it didn’t.”

      The earl’s finely chiseled lips settled into a grim line. “The things I do for my country,” he said. “Very well. I will