Another servant crossed the threshold and when their eyes connected Tobias scowled. Eamon Murphy. They’d never gotten along when they were young and the look in Murphy’s eyes hinted he hadn’t entirely forgotten the pranks Tobias had played on him when he was a boy. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Murphy’s eyes narrowed to slits. “I really didn’t miss you.”
“The feeling is completely mutual.”
“Your valet sent these for Tobias, Mr. Randall.” Murphy laid a clean shirt and trousers on the bed. “Your brother has engaged me as his assistant. He runs the estate, I do his leg work. Just like old times. My first duty is to see that you are fit to be seen.”
Tobias scowled and crossed his arms over his chest. “Try it and you might loose your teeth.”
“Oh, for God’s sake,” Leopold spluttered. “Have you two not outgrown this childish competition. Tobias, you will be made presentable and Murphy will assist.”
Murphy shrugged. “Very well.”
“Fine,” Tobias groaned. “Can’t have Murphy under the lash on his first dangerous assignment. As much as I would like to continue in this vein, how about we renew hostilities tomorrow? Do we have an accord?”
Murphy nodded. “We do.”
Tobias smiled, glanced at his brother, and then began to laugh. “God I missed this. Good to see some things haven’t changed, brother. All right. All right. I give in willingly. I’ll behave.”
“See that you do,” Leopold warned.
Tobias shrugged off his coat and waistcoat, ignoring how Murphy picked them up with two fingers and set them aside. He loosened his neck cloth and ripped the shirt over his head.
Behind him, Leopold gasped and he remembered others might not care for the state of his back. He kept the view from Murphy as he kicked off his footwear, only to remember there were more scars circling his ankles.
“Murphy, leave us,” Leopold murmured quietly. Murphy snatched up the clothing and fled, leaving an uncomfortable silence in his wake. “What happened, Toby?”
Tobias glanced up at the intricately molded ceilings and sighed. It had been too much to hope for that Leopold would not ask. “I was unhappy. Dissenters are punished.”
Leopold took a step forward and touched the scars on his back. “My God have you even seen this?”
Tobias shrugged. “No. I have not had much opportunity to gaze at myself in mirrors. There’s nothing you can do about it. Put it from your mind.”
Leopold pushed him across the room until he stood between a set of mirrors. He could see himself from all angles. Every pain he’d suffered was before his eyes. White scars crisscrossed his back, flexing under his muscles in a way that even he found repulsive. He turned from the view. “As expected.”
“This is not what I expected,” Leopold growled. “The duke said you were well cared for.”
“The duke lied, or else has a different definition of care than most people.”
“How can you not be furious?”
“The Duke of Romsey is dead. Cousin Edwin is dead, and the young duke doesn’t look a bit like either of them. He’s your son, right down to the perfect sweep of hair across his ears. He has our mothers’ dimples. There is no one left to be angry with.”
Leopold raked his hands through his hair. “Damn him. No wonder you wrote what you did.”
“I didn’t know our cousin was dead until I returned to England or considered that the duchess might read my letters. Please believe me, I never meant to do her any harm.”
Leopold embraced him. “You’re my brother. My mischievous, troublesome brother. Of course, I believe you.”
When the embrace turned into a battle of wills, as they had often done when he was a boy, Tobias quickly escaped. “Too slow old man.”
Leopold laughed; a sound Tobias would never grow tired of hearing. “It was easier when you were shorter.”
“And considerably weaker. That is no longer the case.”
A grin crossed Leopold’s face. “I’ll keep that in mind should I need to bring you back into line.”
Tobias spied a crystal decanter across the room and poured himself and Leopold a drink, but his mind returned to the woman locked up next door. Her image flashed before his mind. Prim figure, tightly bound dark hair, pale green eyes wide with fright. ?