Sins Of A Duke Part 4

"What if Spain steps in before you have your capital? Or what if England refuses to invest?"

"You worry too much. King Qental gave me the land, and Spain is presently much more concerned with Bonaparte than with the Rey of Costa Hab.i.+.c.huela. And I did a great deal of research before I requested that we be introduced to the Duke of Melbourne. He knows if we aren't successful here we'll have to go to Prussia or to France. England wants another toehold in Central America, and even more than that it doesn't want France to have one. We are a very low-risk proposition, Josefina, with a very great opportunity for reward and profit."

"You are brilliant, Father, if I haven't told you so recently," she returned. It made a great deal of sense. Her father was a master strategist, and even without his abundance of wit and charm, Sir Henry, the Bank of England, Melbourne, and anyone with a few extra pounds to invest would be foolish to pa.s.s the opportunity by.

"Thank you. And of course if the daughter of the rey were to marry the head of one of the oldest, most respected, and wealthiest families in England, that would help the cause of Costa Hab.i.+.c.huela more than any words possibly could. As I said, I did my research."

And that very person had kissed her only an hour ago. Melbourne kissed like the devil himself-all heat and no quarter given. He'd practically devoured her. Her pulse sped at just the thought of it. "A good fit for our needs or not, Melbourne isn't a fool. He will know the two of us are being thrown together, if he hasn't realized it already."

"And what's wrong with that? He's a duke, and you're a princess."

"Two years ago I wasn't a princess. A Griffin has been a duke practically since before Caesar."

"And yet he is a man, and you, my dear, are a very attractive young lady of two-and-twenty."

"Five-and-twenty."

"Previously married dukes, I've found, prefer their brides to be young and virginal. For Costa Hab.i.+.c.huela you can lose three years." He smiled at her again, his blond moustache curving. "Even when I was Captain Embry in George the Third's army, even when I was Colonel Embry under General Bolivar, you were a princess. Wherever we went, do you think your mother and I provided you with the best education, the best tutors, so you could marry a farmer or a shopkeeper? I've always said that everything happens-"

"-for a reason," she finished, smiling back at him. "So you were meant to be the Rey of Costa Hab.i.+.c.huela."

"Yes, I was. It's the second greatest achievement of my life, after you." He kissed her forehead again. "And you were meant to marry a man so great that in my youth I wouldn't have dared look him in the eye."

A s.h.i.+ver ran through her, though she wasn't certain whether it was one of antic.i.p.ation or of dread. Melbourne kissed well, but if he ever blinked and realized that he'd been led somewhere he didn't want to go, the consequences could be disastrous. "Before his wife died she gave him a daughter, you know."

"I know. And you'll give him a son. And a country to rule." He pulled out his pocket watch as Captain Milton appeared at the foot of the stairs. "Ah, it's time. Let's go meet a banker, shall we?"

The impression they made this afternoon with Sir Henry Sparks would be the most important of their trip to England. Josefina knew her father had rehea.r.s.ed his arguments for weeks, though he hoped they wouldn't be necessary. As for her, she was ready to be regal and confident, whatever insults Melbourne might throw at her. She had a good head for figures, and she'd done her own research, as well.

As the coach stopped at the foot of the wide steps leading up to the Bank of England building, she leaned past Mr. Orrin, her father's business advisor, to look through the window. A short, portly man with a spa.r.s.e peppering of gray hair stood there. Beside him and wearing dark blue and gray, stood the much taller and leaner figure of Melbourne.

"Right on time," her father muttered, stepping to the ground and offering his hand. "A very good sign."

She hoped so. As Melbourne faced their approach, she could practically feel his dark gray gaze on her skin, even through the elegant emerald-colored gown she'd worn for the occasion. Josefina resisted the urge to touch the small silver tiara woven into her hair-she'd only worn it once before and considered it a bit much, but as her father had said, this was the meeting that would dictate the course of their future.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness," the duke said, inclining his head, "may I present Sir Henry Sparks, director of the Bank of England? Sir Henry, Stephen, Rey of Costa Hab.i.+.c.huela and his daughter, Princess Josefina."

The bank director bowed low, much more respectfully than Melbourne had. "I'm very pleased to meet you, Your Majesty, Your Highness. His Grace tells me that you have some business you wish to discuss."

"Indeed we do," her father said with an easy smile.

"Then let's go inside to my office."

As they followed Sir Henry into the large building, employees and clients alike stopped to watched them pa.s.s. They probably recognized Melbourne, but she and her father and their advisor and two bodyguards must have made an impression, as well.

They sat in front of a large mahogany desk set in the middle of the small but well-appointed office. Sir Henry offered the seat behind the desk to Melbourne, but the duke declined, instead leaning a haunch against a low credenza. Orrin stood directly behind her father.

"Now, Your Majesty," the banker began, "what may I-and the Bank of England-do for you?"

"Before I answer that," her father returned, "perhaps I might give you a little information about myself and Costa Hab.i.+.c.huela."

"Of course."

"I was born in Cornwall, and thanks to my family's influence, bought a lieutenant's commission in the army when I turned seventeen. After ten years I found myself growing restless, sold what had become a captaincy, and decided to travel."

"That's very admirable," Sir Henry commented. Josefina didn't think he meant it as a compliment. He would.

"Thank you. It was when I reached the northeast coast of South America, however, that my true adventure began. I hadn't been there long when I began hearing of the oppressive Spanish rule, and of a growing move to force Spain to give up her American territories. At this same time I gained an introduction to General Simon Bolivar, a champion of the people. Apparently he was as impressed with me as I was with him, because he offered me a position as a major under his command.

"For years we fought together, driving the Spanish out of town after town, valley after valley. I gained a promotion to colonel under my own command, in the meantime meeting and marrying my wife, Maria Costanza-y-Veneza, and having a daughter, Josefina."

"This is all fascinating, Your Majesty, but-"

"Please allow me to finish, Sir Henry," her father broke in. "I a.s.sure you, this all has relevance."

"Go on," Melbourne said quietly. Much more than Sir Henry, Josefina guessed, he was a.s.sessing her father's words. After all, if the bank decided to issue bonds to aid the development of Costa Hab.i.+.c.huela, it would be in part because of him. Even in Jamaica, everyone knew of the Griffin family and their impeccable reputation and unmatched power and influence. Yes, the investment was a sound, low-risk one, but Melbourne as much as Sir Henry needed to be convinced of that.

"My men and I were on a sweep of the eastern coast of Central America, on our way south to rendezvous with the main army. We came across a group of Spanish soldiers attacking a small, beautiful city located between a low range of mountains and a deep, secluded harbor. We drove them off, and the people thanked us with a three-day-long feast. As we were preparing to leave and meet up with the main forces, Qental, King of the Mosquito Coast, arrived. Seeing that I was English, he told me that without outside help even isolated parts of the Mosquito Coast such as this one would be lost to Spain. And then he gave it to me."

She'd heard the story a hundred times, but Josefina still enjoyed listening to it. Her gaze caught Melbourne, to find that he was looking straight back at her. She didn't know what he might be hoping to see, but to herself she could admit that she liked having him look.

"That same night the people of San Saturus-that's the name of the city we saved-declared me to be their ruler, their rey, as they call it. And their well-being and safety became my primary concern. There is so much potential for growth and expansion there-which is why I need your help."

"An English foothold other than Belize in Central and South America could be very beneficial," Sir Henry said absently, almost to himself. "Are the citizens Spanish? Once their grat.i.tude at being saved from marauders wears thin, they may want to return to Spanish rule."

The rey sat forward. "That's the beauty of Costa Hab.i.+.c.huela. The citizens never were Spanish. They are mostly natives, coupled with a great many English and Scots who've migrated there from other, Spanish-dominated territories. They are extremely happy to have even more distance between themselves and Spain. And to be honest, with the mountains at our back and an easily defensible bay at our front, we are in a perfect location to ensure a long and stable rule."

"How much land did the Mosquito King give you?" Sir Henry asked, practically rubbing his hands together.

"A million acres. I have a map," the rey returned. "Orrin? I can show you precisely."

As the former sergeant dug into his satchel and produced a large map of Costa Hab.i.+.c.huela showing its position on the eastern coast of Central America, Melbourne straightened and moved closer.

"What happened to the men?" he asked.

The rey furrowed his brow. "Beg pardon?"

"You said that you and your men were supposed to rendezvous with the main part of the rebel army. What happened to them, and to the army?"

"Oh. I sent them on under my second-in-command. I tendered my resignation, as did several of my most loyal men-the ones who'd served with me through the years, like Orrin here. They now make up most of my personal guard and cabinet ministers."

"So you have a stable government, a stable population, and a beautiful capital city in an ideal location," Melbourne said, looking over the map.

"Precisely."

"What do you need a loan for, then?"

Josefina's father actually sent her a quick, annoyed glance. Was she supposed to have swayed Melbourne already? She'd only seen him four times, now. And kissed him once. She drew a breath. "Not even Eden could stand still in the midst of progress and hope to survive," she said. "Costa Hab.i.+.c.huela needs to be able to thrive into the future. We must be able to govern effectively, and to protect ourselves. If England is unable to a.s.sist us," she continued for good measure, "we will have to find someone who can. We have no choice in this."

"What amount did you have in mind?" Sir Henry asked, running a finger along the generous borders of Costa Hab.i.+.c.huela. "A loan to a newly formed country is a risky proposition at best."

"Actually," the rey returned, "this loan won't be much of a risk at all. I would like the opportunity to secure a permanent friends.h.i.+p between our two countries. I've taken the liberty of having several bonds drawn up. That way any loan you made to my government would immediately become an investment opportunity for every progress-minded Englishman."

"Hm," Sir Henry mused, pinching his chin between his thumb and forefinger. "I have to say, given the background of Costa Hab.i.+.c.huela, purchasing bonds from you-or me, rather-certainly seems far more sound than a European investment right now. And as you said, a great portion of South America is fighting over who governs it." He looked up at Melbourne. "What's your opinion on this, Your Grace?"

Melbourne looked at the map for a long moment while Josefina held her breath. She and her father might both outrank the duke, but here in England he definitely had more power and influence.

"Costa Hab.i.+.c.huela might very well be a safer investment than any other foreign one I can think of at the moment," he finally said, "but it's also very new and very far away. I think if you intend to garner sufficient interest to support a loan of any large amount, you'll have to offer some sort of incentive."

"A discounted bond perhaps?" Sir Henry continued. "That worked quite well for bolstering monetary support of Chile a few years ago."

The rey sat back, stroking his moustache with his fingers. "You know, gentlemen, that is a very fine idea. By offering to sell hundred-pound bonds for ninety pounds, say, we are both stating our confidence in the future and insuring a level of profit for investors."

"At ninety pounds to the hundred the interest rate can't be more than three percent-say over ten years?"

"That sounds fair and equitable." Stephen Embry gave a rueful smile. "We do, however, have one more point to discuss."

"The amount of the loan," Melbourne supplied. Josefina couldn't read his expression; if she didn't know better, they might well have been discussing the weather. "I a.s.sume you have a figure in mind, Your Majesty?"

"Yes, I do. To establish import and export, and even immigration, I will need to hire s.h.i.+ps, purchase cargo, and of course establish a permanent consulate here in London. I think one hundred thousand pounds should cover that."

Sir Henry choked. "One hun...hundred thousand? Good G.o.d! I thought you would ask for twenty thousand or so."

"Twenty thousand would hardly be enough for us to approach anyone on equal footing," the rey replied calmly. "As His Grace said, we are very young. We need to begin from a position of strength or we will never find one." He blinked, as if suddenly remembering something. "I'm such a fool. Orrin, the prospectus, if you please."

Melbourne raised an eyebrow. "You have a prospectus?"

"I had a surveyor write one last year, as we prepared for our trip here." The minister pulled a fat ma.n.u.script from his satchel and handed it over. "It details everything," the rey continued, leaning forward to set it on the desk. "Agriculture, temperature, climate, trading routes, population and growth equations-and it's ill.u.s.trated." He flipped open the leather cover to reveal a sketch of a three-masted rig sailing into a harbor, mountains behind it in the distance and a picturesque mixture of houses, huts, and paved roads flowing down to the dock at the water's edge below.

"San Saturus, I presume?" Melbourne drawled.

"Yes. And a very good likeness, if I say so myself."

"This is most impressive," the banker said, pulling the prospectus around to flip through several of the pages. "Rainfall, planting seasons, even figures for wood harvesting."

"As I said, Sir Henry, we are very serious about placing Costa Hab.i.+.c.huela permanently on the map. I would like it to be listed there as an ally of England."

The banker stood and stuck out his hand. "One hundred thousand pounds."

The rey rocked to his feet and shook hands with Sir Henry. "My deepest and most humble thanks to you, sir."

"Congratulations," Melbourne put in, his gaze moving once more to Josefina. "You don't happen to have another copy of that prospectus, do you?"

"We had a dozen printed," she said. "I'm afraid the rest are at Colonel Branbury's house, however."

"Come by at eight o'clock tonight," her father suggested. "We'll have a brandy before we venture to Almack's, and I'll give you one."

The duke nodded, turning for the door. "I will. If you'll excuse me, I have some business to take care of before tonight."

"Good day, Melbourne. And thank you."

"Until tonight." His parting glance was at Josefina, and she took a slow breath. She needed to secure his interest. Apparently she already had his attention.

Chapter 5.

"J ust why are you dragging me to Almack's?" Valentine Corbett, the Marquis of Deverill, muttered as he tried to balance half a gla.s.s of scotch in the rocking coach.

"Because you married my sister and you're now part of the family." Sebastian snagged the gla.s.s from his closest friend and took a swallow. "And because you're incurably cynical."

"A character trait of which I've always been proud." Deverill recaptured the scotch and nearly had it jostled out of his grip. With an annoyed scowl he opened the coach door and tossed out the liquid, dropping the gla.s.s onto the seat beside him. Out of their sight on the street a male voice yelled a curse.

"Valentine. That's my crest emblazoned on the door, you know."

"And this is a new jacket. I didn't want to see it ruined. Though after wearing it to Almack's I may never want to see it again." He sat forward. "So I ask you once more, Melbourne. What am I doing here?"

"I want your opinion."

"Very well. On what?"

This time Sebastian frowned. "I'm not certain."

"That's helpful."

"Just keep your eyes and ears open tonight."

"Regarding your new royal friends, I suppose?" Valentine looked at him, then sat back again. "Very well."

It would have been so much easier if he'd known what it was that had been tickling at him all afternoon. For a former soldier, Stephen Embry definitely knew his way around matters of finance. With two years to formulate a plan, however, he should have been knowledgeable. The rey was also glib and charming-but again, if he hadn't been, King Qental wouldn't have been moved to grant him a substantial piece of the Mosquito Coast. Granting the loan made sense-even with a hundred thousand pounds at risk, the probability of a profit to investors was very high. And the benefit of having another friendly port in the New World couldn't be overstated.

"What do you know about Central and South American politics?" he asked, since he couldn't be more specific even if he wanted to be.

"Only the broad strokes. Spain governs most of it, but the independence movement seems to be filtering south from the Colonies. Bits and pieces are being chipped away, and Spain's not happy about it. With Bonaparte in their home territory, though, their focus isn't on undeveloped land an ocean away."

Sebastian cracked a brief smile. "I sometimes forget that you do pay attention."

"I'm a husband and a father, now. I've found that that circ.u.mstance both narrows and broadens one's perspective." He kicked Sebastian in the ankle. "If this is going to be another lunatic a.s.signment from you of the keeping-an-eye-on-someone sort, I want more details. What's going on?"

"You heard about last night, I presume."

"The chit slapping you and then you dancing with her? No, didn't hear a b.l.o.o.d.y thing."