Beyond Time (Highland Secret Series) (4 page)

“That is sad. Hasn’t she got any family that could help her?”

“God no! Her mother kicked her out when she fell pregnant. Old fashioned Catholic family – you know the type. She hasn’t spoken to them since they found out she was pregnant with her eldest.”

“Can’t one of her friends help her?”

“We’ve tried, Grace, honest we have, but she just won’t listen. She’s been with him since she was fifteen. If she hasn’t left by now, she’s never going to.”

Kate shut up shop early and the two women parted company, agreeing to meet up again at seven o’clock on Stonegate. Grace had two things she needed to do before then. One was to find something appropriate to wear and the other was to buy a book.

Just short of a year before, Grace had stumbled upon a book called ‘Caring For Eleanor’. It told the most difficult of all stories – the desperate struggle of a young woman to take control of her world after a lifetime of abuse. It was the author’s words that had given Grace the courage and strength to leave Jack. She hoped that if Kate’s friend could read this book, she may find some comfort in its words.

With purpose, Grace headed off toward the nearest bookshop. It didn’t take her long to locate a copy of the story she was looking for and having asked the shop assistant to gift wrap the book, she set off in search of an outfit for the evening.

Having never been to a karaoke evening, Grace had no idea what would be considered suitable and eventually settled on a plain black dress, a new pair of tights, some court shoes, a pair of plain gold hoop earrings and some makeup. It had been years since she had bothered to wear makeup. Jack had disapproved of its use, complaining that women who wore it were little more than prostitutes. Grace hadn’t agreed with her husband but it had been easier to just stop wearing it. At first she had struggled, aching inside to feel beautiful, but life had worn her down and eventually it hadn’t mattered anymore. She was a vicar’s wife, nobody was ever going to look at her and consider her pretty. But tonight, if she could remember how, she was going to feel beautiful.

A bubble of excitement rose in her stomach as she planned how she would do her hair and make-up and what the new dress would look like on her. Suddenly she realized that she was no longer dreading the evening and admitted, if only to herself, that she was actually quite looking forward to it. Passing an off-license, Grace ducked in and picked up a bottle of white wine, it was Friday evening after all.

Seven o’clock prompt, Grace stood on Stonegate, surveying the street for signs of Kate. She wasn’t surprised to find that her boss was nowhere to be seen. One thing she had come to learn about Kate over the past few days was that accurate timekeeping wasn’t her strongest trait.

The air was cold and Grace wished she had brought a coat. The night sky weighed heavily with a mass of clouds and she wondered how dark the city must have appeared before street lights were introduced.

She found herself staring at the orange glow of the light beside her. Her eyes blurred and she looked away, toward a shop window. It was filled with trinkets, obviously aimed at gullible tourists. She felt the brush of a coat as someone passed her and she instinctively turned toward them. Only his back was visible but he had the appearance of a costumed guide. Her eyes followed him as he made his way purposefully down the street, his long black coat flowing behind. There was something familiar about him but she couldn’t quite decide what.

Suddenly, he stopped rigid in his tracks. He turned abruptly, his coat swirling around him. She gasped as their eyes locked in shocked silence. The soft curve of his mouth quirked in a gentle smile and she raised her hand toward him. He took a long measured step toward her, his eyes never leaving hers. Her heart pounded fiercely as he drew nearer and nearer. The city dimmed around them. She could almost touch him. His hand was raised toward hers. He was going to touch her, take her hand in his. He was so close she could feel the warmth of him in front of her. His lips smiled and whispered ‘I love you’ as she stretched her fingers to meet his hand…

“There you are Grace, what on earth are you doing?” Kate’s interruption dashed the apparition from Grace’s view, “You look like a street artist performing a love scene alone! Come on hun, the girls are waiting.”

The sounds of the karaoke machine bellowed from the pub into the street as Grace and Kate approached their destination.

“It’s very noisy.”

“It’s meant to be, just relax Grace and enjoy it.”

She followed her boss into the main section of the pub, standing self-consciously next to Kate as introductions were made.

“Ladies, this is Grace. She is new to the city, so let’s get her a drink, although judging by her behavior in the street I think she may already have had a glass or two too many.”

The woman laughed and Grace felt her face flush red. She had already finished a glass of wine and perhaps what she saw on Stonegate was alcohol induced. Either way, she wasn’t planning on discussing the matter with anyone.

“What you drinking then?”

“I’ll get these,” Grace offered.

“Right, well I’ll come and give you a hand,” offered Kate.

“I take it you know what everyone is drinking?”

“It’s vodka and cokes all round, except for the lady with the bump, she’s on the diet coke and whatever you’re drinking,” replied her boss.

“I’ll have a white wine.”

“Hey, Harry, come and say hello to my new friend.”

A graying stout man turned toward Kate.

“Hello, Kate. You and your mates here for the karaoke?”

 “We are. How are you, Harry?”

“Getting older but no wiser. Still here and ready to serve you though,” he said, with a cheery smile.

Grace liked this man. There was a soft welcoming air about him and she felt as though he were the sort of person she could bare her soul to and not feel judged. By all accounts he seemed the perfect barman. She smiled at him as he held his hand out to shake hers.

“Nice to know you, Kate’s new friend.”

Kate laughed, “Sorry you two. Grace, this is Harry. Harry, this is Grace.”

“Hi Harry, great to meet you. This is a nice place you have here.”

“It does me.”

“Harry, Grace wants to know about Robert Hamilton.”

“Kate, I told you not to do that,” Grace chastised her friend.

“Well you might as well listen to what Harry has to say. He’s an expert, nothing he can’t put you straight on.”

“I’m sorry, Harry. Kate seems to think I have an interest in this ghost but I don’t. I just happen to be staying in the Cavalier Hotel.”

“You missed out the best bit, Grace. Go on tell him which room you’re in.”

“Oh Kate you are being silly. This ghost doesn’t exist.”

“You weren’t saying that a few days ago when you couldn’t get any sleep in there.”

“No but that was because I was in a foreign city and a new bed. It always takes me time to adjust to new places and I’ve never been one to stray far from home.”

“Ladies, I hate to interrupt you but can I get your order, please? There’s a bit a queue building up behind you.”

“Oh, I am so sorry,” apologized Grace as she felt her face flush scarlet again.

“Danny, come and take over from me here,” called Harry turning to face a younger man at the far end of the bar. “Grace what are you drinking?”

“May I have six vodka and cokes, a diet coke and a white wine please?”

“I take it the white wine is yours?”

“It is, but how did you know that?”

“Because Kate’s lot always drink vodka and coke.”

“I’m flattered, Harry. I had no idea you had noticed,” Kate said, with a big beam on her face.

Harry laughed, picking up a linen towel off the bar and threw it playfully at Kate.

“Less of your cheek young lady or you’ll not be getting these drinks tonight.”

“You’d never dare, Harry. I’m too good a customer.”

“I dare say you are, Kate my dear,” he said, handing Grace a large glass of wine. “Danny will get your drinks. Grace and I are going out front to have a little chat. There’s too much noise in here. I can’t hear myself think.”

“But I’m with Kate and her friends. It would be awfully rude to just leave them... ” Grace protested.

“Oh don’t be so silly, go with him, Grace. You’ll love Harry’s stories.”

Grace doubted that most sincerely, but followed the pub owner to the door and out into the courtyard at the front of the pub.

“This used to be a stable yard, you know. The inn was a posting house, years ago.”

Grace nodded politely but silently wished she were back in her hotel room with her book. He unzipped his fleece and handed it to her.

“Here, put this on. It’s cold out here for a lady.”

“I couldn’t possibly. You will freeze.”

“Take the coat, girl. I’m a tough old man. A bit of a breeze ain’t gonna kill me.”

Grace smiled and took the coat. “Thank you, I do feel cold.”

He motioned to a chair, propped up against a small round table that was obviously meant for summer use, but Grace obliged.

“So where are you from?”

“A long way from here,” Grace replied.

“Aww, I see. A lady of mystery,” he said, smiling across the table at her. “Well I hope you enjoy your time in our ancient city.”

“Oh, I will... I mean, I am. Thank you. It is wonderful here. York is the most beautiful place.”

“That it is, Grace. But we do have our fair share of the unexplainable. I’m guessing you’ve been having a bit of trouble in that area or you wouldn’t be sitting here with me now.”

Graced stared at him, her mouth open in shock. How could he know what had been going on? Was this just one big conspiracy, a joke, played on a newcomer?

“No need to look so surprised, girl. I know the hotel you are at. Everyone who stays in room twenty three complains and wants to be moved. I am surprised you’ve lasted as long as you have. The hotel must have been fully booked. The owner doesn’t usually use that room for guests.”

Grace relaxed a little and reached for her glass on the table. She had been hasty and jumped to an irrational conclusion. She took a large sip of the wine and sighed as it slid down the back of her throat.

“Do you know much about this ghost then?” Grace asked, thinking that Harry was going to tell her what he knew whether she asked or not.

“A bit. Why, do you want me to tell you what I know?”

She hadn’t expected that response and she took another large sip of her wine. This man knew people very well, but still, she liked him.

“I guess... I am asking you to tell me,” Grace replied surprising herself. She hadn’t wanted to discuss Robert Hamilton with anyone but Harry had got her attention and she was intrigued to know what he was going to say.

The side of his lips quirked and he smiled gently at her. “If you keep gulping that wine down you aren’t gonna remember anything I tell you by the morning. Relax, it’s OK. I’m not gonna scare you.”

“Sorry, I guess I’m just finding all this a little creepy.”

“I can’t argue that it’s not creepy but I’ve lived with it for so long now that it doesn’t bother me much.”

“Do you have problems with the ghost too then?”

“Do I ever! Drove me almost to insanity when I first took this place over, did Robert Hamilton. He owned the pub when it was a posting house back in the 1660s. It’s like we live in the same place and run the pub but on different levels of time. Mostly it seems to work for us. But sometimes the lines blur and our times mix, and then for brief moments, he is here and the pub is his, and I am here and the pub is mine. I have come to terms with it better than he has. A nasty temper has Mr. Hamilton when he is riled. Fierce protector of this establishment, he is.”

Grace could feel her hands shake with increasing nervousness as the aging man told his tale. It all sounded so plausible, yet her logical mind told her he was a fantasist and a dreamer with too much time on his hands. But what if he was right? What if all the different timelines existed around one continuous circle and everyone who had ever lived in this pub were here with them right now, just hidden by an invisible barrier? What if all past worlds had never actually passed but continued to exist around us and all each new generation did was to build upon the last one? Grace shuddered at the thought. No, she had drunk too much wine. It was time to get herself away from this nonsense.