‘Not fully,’ Karin said, releasing him. ‘Even he doesn’t know everything, and I can’t go on living a lie.’ Giles looked at her anxiously. ‘The truth is, I used you to get out of Germany. Yes, I liked you, but once I was safely in England I intended to escape from both you and Pengelly and start a new life. And I would have, if I hadn’t fallen in love with you.’ Giles took her hand. ‘But in order to keep you, I had to make sure Pengelly still believed I was working for him. It was Cynthia Forbes-Watson who came to my rescue.’
‘Mine too,’ said Giles. ‘But in my case I fell in love with you after the night we spent together in Berlin. It wasn’t my fault you took a little longer to realize just how lucky you were.’ Karin burst out laughing and wrapped her arms around him. When she released him, Giles said, ‘I’ll go and make you a cup of tea.’
Only the British, thought Karin.
2
‘WHAT TIME ARE WE commanded to attend Her Majesty’s pleasure?’ asked Emma, with a grin, unwilling to admit how proud she was of her husband, and how much she was looking forward to the occasion. Unlike the board meeting she would be chairing later that week, which was rarely far from her mind.
‘Any time between ten and eleven,’ said Harry, checking his invitation card.
‘Did you remember to book the car?’
‘Yesterday afternoon. And I double-checked first thing this morning,’ he added as the front doorbell rang.
‘That will be Seb,’ said Emma. She looked at her watch. ‘And he’s on time for a change.’
‘I don’t think he was ever going to be late for this one,’ Karin said.
Giles rose from his place at the breakfast table when Markham opened the door and stood aside to allow Jessica, Seb and a heavily pregnant Samantha to join them.
‘Have you lot had breakfast?’ Giles asked, as he kissed Samantha on the cheek.
‘Yes, thank you,’ said Seb, as Jessica plonked herself down at the table, buttered a slice of toast and grabbed the marmalade.
‘Clearly not all of you,’ said Harry, grinning at his granddaughter.
‘How much time have I got?’ asked Jessica between mouthfuls.
‘Five minutes at the most,’ said Emma firmly. ‘I don’t want to arrive at the palace any later than ten thirty, young lady.’ Jessica buttered another piece of toast.
‘Giles,’ said Emma, turning to her brother, ‘it was kind of you to put us up for the night, and I’m only sorry you can’t join us.’
‘Immediate family only is the rule,’ said Giles, ‘and quite rightly, otherwise they’d need a football stadium to accommodate everyone who wanted to attend.’
There was a gentle tap on the front door.
‘That will be our driver,’ said Emma. Once again she checked that Harry’s silk tie was straight and removed a grey hair from his morning suit before saying, ‘Follow me.’
‘Once a chairman, always a chairman,’ whispered Giles, as he accompanied his brother-in-law to the front door. Seb and Samantha followed, with Jessica bringing up the rear, now munching her third piece of toast.
As Emma stepped out on to Smith Square, a chauffeur opened the back door of a black limousine. She ushered her flock inside before joining Harry and Jessica on the back seat. Samantha and Seb sat on the two tip-up seats facing them.
‘Are you nervous, Grandpops?’ asked Jessica, as the car moved off and joined the morning traffic.
‘No,’ said Harry. ‘Unless you’re planning to overthrow the state.’
‘Don’t put ideas into her head,’ said Sebastian as they drove past the House of Commons and into Parliament Square.
Even Jessica fell silent when the car drove through Admiralty Arch and Buckingham Palace came into sight. The chauffeur proceeded slowly up the Mall, driving around the statue of Queen Victoria before stopping outside the palace gates. He wound down his window and said to the young Guards officer, ‘Mr Harry Clifton and family.’
The lieutenant smiled and ticked off a name on his clipboard. ‘Drive through the archway to your left and one of my colleagues will show you where to park.’
The driver followed his instructions and entered a large courtyard, where row upon row of cars were already parked.
‘Please park next to the blue Ford on the far side,’ said another officer, pointing across the yard, ‘then your party can make their way into the palace.’
When Harry stepped out of the car, Emma gave him one final check.
‘I know you’re not going to believe this,’ she whispered, ‘but your flies are undone.’
Harry turned bright red as he zipped himself up before they made their way up the steps and into the palace. Two liveried footmen in the gold and red uniform of the royal household stood rigidly to attention at the bottom of a wide, red-carpeted staircase. Harry and Emma slowly climbed the steps, trying to take everything in. When they reached the top, they were greeted by two more gentlemen of the royal household. Harry noticed that the rank rose every time they were stopped.
‘Harry Clifton,’ he said before he was asked.
‘Good morning, Mr Clifton,’ said the senior of the two officers. ‘Would you be kind enough to accompany me? My colleague will conduct your family to the Throne Room.’