it also. Please continue. You were aware of the sodomy committed by Colonel Randolph Carlyon upon his son, Thaddeus. You saw the same signs of abuse in young Cassian Carlyon, and you were afraid for him. Is that correct?"
"Yes."
"And did you know who had been abusing him? Please be careful to be precise, Miss Buchan. I do mean know, supposition or deduction will not do."
"I am aware of that, sir," she said stiffly. "No, I did not know. But since he normally lived at his own home, not in Carlyon House, I supposed that it was his father, Thaddeus, perpetuating on his son what he himself endured as a child. And I assumed that that was what Alexandra Carlyon discovered, and why she did what she did. No one told me so."
"And that abuse ceased after the general's death? Then why did you think it necessary to protect him still?"
"I saw the relationship between him and his grandfather, the looks, the touching, the shame and the excitement. It was exactly the same as before - in the past. I was afraid it was happening again."
There was utter silence hi the room. One could almost hear the creak of corsets as women breathed.
"I see," Rathbone said quietly. "So you did your best to protect the boy. Why did you not tell someone? That would seem to be a far more effective solution."
A smile of derision crossed her face and vanished.
"And who would believe me?" For an instant her eyes moved up to the gallery and the motionless forms of Felicia and Randolph, then she looked back at Rathbone. "I'm a domestic servant, accusing a famous and respected gentleman of one of the most vile of crimes. I would be thrown out, and then I wouldn't be able to do anything at all."
"What about Mrs. Felicia Carlyon, the boy's grandmother?" he pressed, but his voice was gentle. "Wouldn't she have to have some idea? Could you not have told her?"
"You are naive, Mr. Rathbone," she said wearily. "If she had no idea, she would be furious, and throw me out instantly - and see to it I starved. She couldn't afford to have me find employment ever again, in case I repeated the charge to her social equals, even to friends. And if she knew herself - then she had decided not to expose it and ruin the family with the shame of it. She'd not allow me to. If she had to live with that, then she'd do everything in her power to keep what she had paid such a price to preserve."
"I see." Rathbone glanced at the jury, many of them craning up at the gallery, faces dark with disgust, then at Lovat-Smith, now sitting upright and silent, deep in concentration. "So you stayed in Carlyon House," Rathbone continued, "saying nothing, but doing what you could for the child. I think we may all understand your position - and admire you for having the courage to come forward now. Thank you, Miss Buchan."
Lovat-Smith rose to his feet, looking profoundly unhappy.
"Miss Buchan, I regret this," he said with such sincerity it was palpable. "But I must press you a little more harshly than my learned friend has. The accusation you make is abominable. It cannot be allowed to stand without challenge. It will ruin the lives of an entire family." He inclined his head towards the gallery, where now there was the occasional murmur of anger. "A family known and admired in this city, a family which has dedicated itself to the service of the Queen and her subjects, not only here but in the farthest parts of the Empire as well."
Miss Buchan said nothing, but faced him, her thin body erect, hands folded. She looked fragile, and suddenly very old. Rathbone ached to be able to protect her, but he was impotent to do anything now, as he had known he would be, and she knew it too.
"Miss Buchan," Lovat-Smith went on, still courteously. "I assume you know what sodomy is, and you do not use the term loosely?"
She blushed, but did not evade his look.
"Yes sir, I know what it is. I will describe it for you, if you force me."
He shook his head. "No - I do not force you, Miss Buchan. How do you know this unspeakable act was committed on General Carlyon when he was a child? And I do mean knowledge, Miss Buchan, not supposition, no matter how well reasoned, in your opinion." He looked