Lady Charlotte's Christmas Vigil
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Lady Charlotte clings to one dream—to see the splendor of Rome before settling for life as the spinster sister of an earl. But now her feckless brother forces her to wait again, stranded in Venice when he falls ill, halfway to the place of her dreams. She finds the city damp, moldy, and riddled with disease.
As a physician, Salvatore Caresini well knows the danger of putrid fever. He lost his young wife to it, leaving him alone to care for their rambunctious children. He isn’t about to let the lovely English lady risk her life nursing her brother.
But Christmas is coming, that season of miracles, and with it, perhaps, lessons for two lonely people: that love heals the deepest wounds and sometimes the deepest dreams aren’t what we expect.
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Lady Charlotte's Christmas Vigil - Caroline Warfield
Chapter 1
Venice, Italy, November 1818
They dropped her brother on the threshold, wet and stinking of fish, long after midnight. It took all of Lady Charlotte Tyree’s strength to haul him across it. It took all of her powers of persuasion to convince the landlady to allow it.
No doubt to preserve her parlor and best guest rooms, the landlady, Signora Rossi, bent to help Charlotte drag his worthless carcass to the kitchen and stretch him out on the stone floor.
Do not soil the hearth rug with this wretch,
she ordered and left in a flurry of fastidious hand wiping.
Dear God, David, what have you done now, and where is Charles Douglas?
A moan was the only response. Charlotte began to systematically strip her brother of his sodden and odiferous clothing. Signora Rossi’s overworked maid opened the door and skittered to a stop, blushing at the sight of a man being stripped to his smallclothes. Charlotte sent her for towels and a blanket. The girl disappeared as if she were fleeing the Devil himself.
Ninny,
Charlotte grumbled, working with efficiency and speed.
Her brother began to shiver uncontrollably; his personal linen would have to come off. She left him naked and shaking on the stone floor and went to set a kettle to boil. She put his clothing outside the door on the stones lining the canal. If she couldn’t convince a laundress to clean them for the poor box, she would burn them.
She put some warm water in a basin and returned to the boiling kettle. Whether David would drink tea to ward off his chill or not, she would need a cup when she finished dealing with him. She found kitchen rags and began to sponge his face with the warm water. He murmured something unintelligible, and she leaned in to hear him. The smell of drink on his breath, mixed with the stench of fish and polluted water, assailed her nostrils.
What is it, David?
she asked, trying not to gag.
Failed. George laughed.
Failed what?
Canal. Water too damned cold.
He moaned again and turned his head.
The maid hesitated when she stepped in, covering her eyes with a pile of towels. Charlotte yanked them from her hands.
Put the blanket on the table and get out,
Charlotte demanded. This chit is no help whatsoever.
Charlotte laid half of the towels on the floor and rolled her brother onto them, then covered him with the rest. The girl interrupted her, calling from the door, eyes on the ceiling.
I forgot! I brought this.
She pulled a bar of soap from her dress.
Grazi,
Charlotte said grabbing the soap. Now go.
Signora Rossi said if towels don’t come clean, you must pay,
the girl said in a rush, before she scurried out.
Charlotte poured hotter water into the basin and began to bathe her brother, as if he were a baby and not a man of twenty. He certainly acts like an infant. He continued to mumble incoherently, but she could only make out a few words here and there: cold, Rialto, canal, George, swim.
George swim. Merciful angels. Byron should pay for this. Rage filled her. The poet had swum the length of the Grand Canal in June. The entire town buzzed about the improbable feat. It would be just like David to try to imitate his idol.
George Gordon, Lord Byron, had been leading her brother into ruin since the day they had reached Venice the previous month, David spent his nights drinking, gaming, and God knew what else at Palazzo Mocenigo, Byron’s palazzo on the Grand Canal. He spent his days (on rare occasions when he rose during the day) following the notorious poet like a puppy. David ignored the ostensible purpose of his Grand Tour, managing to avoid the exquisite mosaics of San Marco, the soaring Tintoretto frescoes in the Doge’s Palace, and the wide range of masterworks in any of a dozen churches nearby. He didn’t seem to notice the classical façade of La Fenice, even though the theatre occupied many of his evenings. Charlotte spent her days sketching the very things David came here to study.
Now this. She shook her brother by the shoulders.
What did you do now? What did you swim?
Her heart sank, because she could guess the answer.
Canal,
David moaned. You’re hurting me, Lottie.
I should bang your thick head on this stone floor. That canal is a cesspool.
George swam it. Swam the whole length of the damned thing. Nothing for it but to try. Taunted me.
He did it in summertime, idiot.
How Byron avoided drowning or disease baffled Charlotte. Tell me all of it.
Little to tell. Two of the fellows said I wouldn’t make it to the bridge. Douglas supported me. Bet a florin on me.
Charles Douglas, David’s worthless tutor, aided and abetted his ruin. Her complaint letters to their guardians from Amsterdam and Geneva had gone unanswered, or at least their answers hadn’t followed her all the way to Venice.
Perhaps I wasn’t explicit enough. She hung her head. Of course she hadn’t been. She wanted help, not to be dragged home ignominiously. If they knew about Aunt Florence and the Duchess of Horsham, they would leave David to the mercies of Douglas and demand Charlotte's return. Charlotte would never get to see the glory of Rome. She couldn’t bear it.
David ignored her scowls and droned on. Water was too damned cold, ten feet out, I couldn’t move my legs. I got to the middle and sank, so they had to pull me out. Sent a gondolier to drag me in. Laughing, all of them. Said I smelled like a fishmonger, and hired two fishermen to haul me home.
She finished warming and drying his torso and limbs and covered him with the blanket.
Th… thanks Lottie. C… c... cold.
When she lifted his head over an empty basin and poured warm water over it, he yelped. She showed no mercy.
Quiet, or I’ll use cold water.
She rubbed soap into his hair and rinsed. She tossed the water out the kitchen door, into the canal, and repeated the process two more times, until the stink of canal water lessened.
It took two hours to make him fit for his own bed. Charles Douglas, the worthless tutor, still had not returned.
Salvatore Caresini gave the