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Instead, I turn the knob quietly and leave, letting him save face and hating myself for it.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
THE SOUND OF DISTANT CHURCH BELLS WAKES ME. It is Christmas morning. The house is quiet as a morgue. Father and Tom are still asleep after our long night, and Grandmama has chosen to stay in bed as well. Only the servants and I are awake.
I dress quickly and quietly and make my way to the carriage house. Sleep still hangs about Kartik in a sweet, charming way.
"I've come to apologize for last night. And to thank you for helping him,'' I say.
"Everyone needs help sometimes," he says.
"Except for you."
He doesn't answer. Instead, he hands me something illwrapped in a scrap of cloth. "Merry Christmas, Miss Doyle."
I am astonished."What is this?"
"Open it."
Inside the cloth is a small blade the size of a man's thumb. Atop the blade is a small, crude totem of a many-armed man with a buffalo head.
"Megh Sambara," Kartik explains. "The Hindus believe that he offers protection against enemies."
"I thought you had no loyalty to any customs other than the Rakshana's."
Embarrassed, Kartik sticks his hands in his pockets, rocks on the heels of his boots."It was Amar's."
"You shouldn't part with it, then," I say, trying to give it back.
Kartik jumps to avoid the blade. "Careful. It is small but sharp. And you may have need of it."
I hate to be reminded of my purpose here and now. "I shall keep it with me. Thank you."
I see there's another small bundle beside him. I would dearly love to ask if it is for Emily, but I can't bring myself to do it. "Tonight is Miss Worthington's Christmas ball, yes?" Kartik asks, running fingers through his thick tangle of curls.
"Yes," I say.
"What do you do at these balls?" Kartik asks shyly.
"Oh," I sigh. "There is a great deal of smiling and talking of the weather and how lovely everyone looks. There is a light supper and refreshments. And the dancing, of course."
"I've never been to a ball. I don't know how this sort of dancing is done."
"It isn't so difficult to master for a man. The woman has to learn to do it in reverse without stepping on his feet."
Kartik lifts his hands into position as if holding an imaginary partner."Like this?" He moves around and around.
"A bit slower. That's it," I say.
Kartik adopts a plummy tone."I say, Lady Whatsit, have you had many callers since arriving in London?"
"Oh, Lord Hoity-toity," I answer, matching his tone. "Why, I've so many cards from the very best people that I've had to put out two china bowls to display them all."
"Two bowls, you say?"
"Two bowls."
"What an inconvenience for you and your china collection," Kartik says, laughing. He is so very lovely when he laughs.
