the edge of collapse. She gripped the railing in front of her and her body swayed. There was a long hiss from the crowd, an ugly sound, full of hate.
Lovat-Smith rose to his feet.
Randolph Carlyon let out a cry which strangled in his throat, and his face went purple. He gasped for breath and people on either side of him moved away, horrified and without compassion. A bailiff moved forward to him and loosened his tie roughly.
Rathbone would not let the moment go by.
"That is what you did, isn't it, Mrs. Carlyon?" he pressed. "You procured another child for your husband. Perhaps a succession of children - until you judged him too old to be a danger anymore. But you didn't protect your own grandson. You allowed him to be used as well. Why, Mrs. Carlyon? Why? Was your reputation really worth all that sacrifice, so many children's terrified, shamed and pitiful lives?"
She leaned forward over the rail, hate blazing in her eyes.
"Yes! Yes, Mr. Rathbone, it was! What would you expect me to do? Betray him to public humiliation? Ruin a great career: a man who taught others bravery in the face of the enemy, who went to battle with head high, never counting the odds against him. A man who inspired others to greatness - for what? An appetite? Men have appetites, they always have had. What was I to do - tell people?" Her voice was thick with passionate contempt. She utterly ignored the snarls and hisses behind her.
"Tell whom? Who would have believed me? Who could I go to? A woman has no rights to her children, Mr. Rathbone. And no money. We belong to our husbands. We cannot even leave their houses without their permission, and he would never have given me that. Still less would he have allowed me to take my son."
The judge banged his gavel and called for order.
Felicia's voice was shrill with rage and bitterness. "Or would you have had me murder him - like Alexandra? Is that what you approve of? Every woman who suffers a betrayal or an indignity at her husband's hands, or whose child is hurt, belittled or humiliated by his father, should murder him?"
She leaned over the rail towards him, her voice strident, her face twisted. "Believe me, there are a lot of other cruelties. My husband was gentle with his son, spent time with him, never beat him or sent him to bed without food. He gave him a fine education and started him on a great career. He had the love and respect of the world. Would you have me forfeit all that by making a wild, vile accusation no one would have believed anyway? Or end up in the dock - and on the rope's end - like her?"
"Was there nothing in between, Mrs. Carlyon?" Rathbone said very softly. "No more moderate course - nothing between condoning the abuse and murder?"
She stood silent, gray-faced and suddenly very old.
"Thank you," he said with a bleak smile, a baring of the teeth."That was my own conclusion too. Mr. Lovat-Smith?"
There was a sigh around the room, a long expelling of breath.
The jury looked exhausted.
Lovat-Smith stood up slowly, as if he were now too tired to have any purpose in continuing. He walked over to the witness box, regarding Felicia long and carefully, then lowered his eyes.
"I have nothing to ask this witness, my lord."
"You are excused, Mrs. Carlyon," the judge said coldly. He opened his mouth as if to add something, then changed his mind.
Felicia came down the steps clumsily, like an old woman, and walked away towards the doors, followed by a silent and total condemnation.
The judge looked at Rathbone.
"Have you any further evidence to call, Mr. Rathbone?"
"I would like to recall Cassian Carlyon, my lord, if you please?"
"Is it necessary, Mr. Rathbone? You have proved your point."
"Not all of it, my lord. This child was abused by his father, and his grandfather, and by one other. I believe we must know who that other man was as well."
"If you can discover that, Mr. Rathbone, please do so. But I shall prevent you the moment you cause the child unnecessary distress. Do I make myself plain?"
"Yes, my lord, quite plain."
Cassian was recalled, small and pale, but again entirely composed.
Rathbone stepped forward.
"Cassian - your grandmother has just given evidence which makes it quite clear that your grandfather also abused you in the same manner. We do not need to ask you to testify on that point.