Best Kept Secret

good faith, had Lord Preston, a Labour backbencher in the Upper House, not taken it upon himself to champion Harry’s claim to the title, without even consulting
him.
    ‘It is a matter of principle,’ Lord Preston had explained to any lobby correspondents who questioned him.
    ‘Wilt thou have this man to thy wedded husband, to live together after God’s ordinance, in the holy estate of matrimony?’
    ‘I will.’
    Harry and Giles had remained inseparable friends throughout the entire episode, despite the fact that they were officially set against each other in the highest court in the land, as well as on
the front pages of the national press.
    Harry and Giles would both have rejoiced at the Lord Chancellor’s decision had Emma and Giles’s grandfather Lord Harvey been in his seat on the front bench to hear the ruling, but he
never learned of his triumph. The nation remained divided by the outcome, while the two families were left to pick up the pieces.
    The other consequence of the Lord Chancellor’s ruling was, as the press were quick to point out to their rapacious readers, that the highest court in the land had ordained that Harry and
Emma were not of the same bloodline, and therefore he was free to invite her to be his lawfully wedded wife.
    ‘With this ring I thee wed, with my body I thee worship, and with all my worldly goods I thee endow.’
    However, Harry and Emma both knew that a decision made by man did not prove beyond reasonable doubt that Hugo Barrington was not Harry’s father, and as practising Christians, it worried
them that they might be breaking God’s law.
    Their love for each other had not diminished in the face of all they had been through. If anything, it had grown stronger, and with the encouragement of her mother, Elizabeth, and the blessing
of Harry’s mother Maisie, Emma accepted Harry’s proposal of marriage. It only saddened her that neither of her grandmothers had lived to attend the ceremony.
    The nuptials did not take place in Oxford, as originally planned, with all the pomp and circumstance of a university wedding, and the inevitable glare of publicity that would accompany it, but
at a simple, register office ceremony in Bristol, with only the family and a few close friends in attendance.
    Perhaps the saddest decision that Harry and Emma reluctantly agreed on was that Sebastian Arthur Clifton would be their only child.

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    H ARRY AND E MMA left for Scotland to spend their honeymoon in Mulgelrie Castle, the ancestral home of Lord and Lady Harvey,
Emma’s late grandparents, but not before they had left Sebastian in Elizabeth’s safe keeping.
    The castle brought back many happy memories of the time they’d spent a holiday there just before Harry went up to Oxford. They roamed the hills together during the day, rarely returning to
the castle before the sun had disappeared behind the highest mountain. After supper, the cook having recalled how Master Clifton liked three portions of broth, they sat by a roaring log fire
reading Evelyn Waugh, Graham Greene and, Harry’s favourite, P. G. Wodehouse.
    After a fortnight, during which time they encountered more Highland cattle than human beings, they reluctantly set out on the long journey back to Bristol. They arrived at the Manor House
looking forward to a life of domestic tranquillity, but it was not to be.
    Elizabeth confessed that she couldn’t wait to get Sebastian off her hands; tears before bedtime had occurred once too often, she told them as her Siamese cat, Cleopatra, leapt up on to her
mistress’s lap and promptly fell asleep. ‘Frankly, you haven’t arrived a moment too soon,’ she added. ‘I haven’t managed to complete
The Times
crossword
once in the past fortnight.’
    Harry thanked his mother-in-law for her understanding, and he and Emma took their hyperactive five-year-old back to Barrington Hall.

    Before Harry and Emma were married, Giles had insisted that as he spent the majority of his time in London carrying out his duties as a Labour Member of Parliament, they were to
consider Barrington Hall as their home. With its ten-thousand-book library, expansive park and ample stables, it was ideal for them. Harry could write his William Warwick detective novels in peace,
while Emma rode every day, and Sebastian played in the spacious grounds, regularly bringing strange animals home to join him for tea.
    Giles would often drive down to Bristol on Friday evenings in time to join them for