Lucy Gordon - The Italians Rightful Bride

S OLID gold vases, mouth-watering jewels, wealth beyond the dreams of avarice.

Joanna, stretched out on the beach, turned her head to where her ten-year-old son was sitting on the sand beside her, his head in a newspaper.

What are you on about, darling?

Big find, he said, peering at her over the top. Palace, fabulous treasure. He saw her regarding him with amused disbelief and said, Well, they found a few old bricks, anyway.

That sounds more like it. She laughed. Im used to the way you embellish things. Where did they find these old bricks?

Rome, he said, giving her the paper.

Following his pointing finger, she saw a small item with a few basic details.

Fascinating and unique foundationsvast palacefifteen hundred years old

It sounds right up your street, Mum, Billy observed. Ruins, crumbling with age

If thats meant to be a comment on my appearance, you can save it, she told him. I may look merely ancient but I feel prehistoric.

Thats what I thought, he said cheekily.

Ill send you to bed without any supper.

You and what army? he challenged her.

His face was wicked and gleeful. She adored him.

Because her job took her away from home, and she was sharing Billy with her ex-husband, they saw too little of each other. This summer they were treating themselves to a holiday at Cervia, on the Adriatic coast of Italy.

It had been glorious to have nothing to do but stretch out on the beach and talk to Billy, who was mature for his years. But for both of them inactivity had soon begun to pall, and the newspaper item stirred all her professional instincts.

She had a glittering reputation as an archaeologist, or a rubble and bone merchant as Billy irreverently put it, and this was, as hed said, right up her street. As she read she hummed softly under her breath.

Foundations of huge building found in the grounds of the Palazzo Montegiano, ancestral home of the hereditary princes of Montegiano, and the residence of the present Prince Gustavo.

The humming stopped.

Have you ever been to Rome, Mum? Billy asked. Mum? Mum?

Receiving no reply, he leaned closer and waved his hands. Earth to Mum. Come in, please.

Sorry, she said hastily. What did you say?

Have you ever been to Rome?

Eryesyes

You sound half-witted, he said kindly.

Do I, darling? Sorry, its justhe always said there was a great lost palace.

He? You know this Prince Thingy?

I met him once, years ago, she said vaguely. How about an ice cream?

Steering him away from the subject was an act of desperation. Because there was no way she could say to her darling son, Gustavo Montegiano is the man I once loved more than I ever loved your father, the man I could have married if Id been sufficiently selfish.

And she might have added, Hes the man who broke my heart without even knowing that he possessed it.

R ING , damn you, ring!

Prince Gustavo fixed his gaze on the phone, which stayed obstinately dead.

You were supposed to call every week, without fail, he growled. And its been two weeks.

Silence.

He got up from his desk and went impatiently over to the tall windows through which he could see the stone terrace. On the last of the broad steps that led down to the lawn sat a nine-year-old girl, her shoulders hunched in childish misery.

The sight increased Gustavos anger. He strode back, snatched up the telephone and dialled with sharp, stabbing movements.

He knew nobody had ever forced his ex-wife to do what didnt suit her. But this time he was going to insist, not for himself, but for the little girl who pined for some sign that her mother remembered her.

Crystal? he snapped at last. You were supposed to call.

Caro, came the soft purr that had once sent shivers up his spine. If you only knew how busy I am

Too busy for your daughter?

My poor little Renata? How is she?

Pining for her mother, he said furiously. And now Ive got you on the line youre going to talk to her.

But, sweetie, Ive no time. You caught me on my way out, and please dont call again

Never mind going out, he said. Renatas just outside and she can be here in a moment. He could hear the little girls footsteps running along the terrace.

I have to go, came Crystals voice. Tell her I love her.

Im damned if I will. Tell her yourself. Crystal Crystal?

But she had gone, hanging up at the exact moment the child came running into the room.

Let me talk to Mamma, she cried, seizing the phone from him. Mamma, Mamma.

He saw the joy drain out of her face as she heard the dead tone. And, as hed feared, the face she then turned on him was full of accusation.

Why didnt you let me talk to her? she cried.

Darling, she was in a rushit was a bad time for her

No, it was your fault. I heard you shouting at her. You dont want her to talk to me.

That isnt true

He tried to take his daughter into his arms but she resisted him, not by struggling but by standing stiff, her face blank and unrevealing.

Just like me, he thought sadly, remembering the times in his life when he had concealed his innermost self in the same way. There was no doubt that this was truly his child, unlike Crystals second offspring, whose birth had precipitated the divorce.

Darling he tried again, but gave up in the face of her silent hostility.

She blamed him for her mothers desertion and the fact that shed been left behind, because she couldnt bear to believe anything else. And was it kinder to force the truth on her, or go along with her fantasy of a mother who yearned for her and a cruel father who kept them apart? He only wished he knew.

Reluctantly he released her and she ran out at once. Gustavo sat down heavily at his desk and buried his head in his hands.

Have I come at a bad time?

Gustavo looked up to see an elderly man in shabby, earth-stained clothes who stood in the tall window, mopping his brow.