His Cavalry Lady

Alex instantly fell for Dominic Aikenhead, Duke of Calder, knowing that he would never notice her--because to him she was Captain Alexei Alexandrov, a young man and a brave hussar!Alex longed to be with her English duke just once, as the passionate woman she truly was. To be swept off her feet, wearing the finest of gowns, would be a dream come true. But there was danger in such thoughts. What if Dominic ever found out the truth?

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It was the smell that woke him.For fully three seconds, Dominic lay quite still in the Lion d'Or's best bed, trying to make sense of the strange messages tumbling into his brain. Dark. Silence. Smoke?Fire!He flung himself out of bed. Light! He needed light! And where the devil were his breeches?A terrified neighing ripped through the pre-dawn silence. Then a whoosh, as if a giant were sucking in a monstrous breath. Followed by red, hellish light.The smoke had turned to flames. The Lion d'Or's stables must be on fire!Dominic threw wide the half-open window, stuck his head out and yelled at the top of his voice,'Au feu! Au feu!'It was surely loud enough to wake even drunken grooms.He dragged on his breeches and crammed his feet into boots. A voice rang out below. At last! Then more voices. A woman's despairing wail. And the ominous crackle of the fire taking hold in dry straw and ancient timbers.Dominic took the stairs three at a time. In the yard, the silence was turning into utter chaos. Yelling, cursing men milling around in the eerie light. No one fetching water. No one saving the horses.He grabbed the nearest groom by the shoulder. 'Get to the pump,' he ordered in crisp French. 'Start filling buckets. And you--' he seized another by his flapping shirt'--rouse all the men from the house. Get them into a line to pass the buckets. You two. Don't stand there gawping. Start getting the horses out.'In the space of half a minute, Dominic had turned the commotion into the beginnings of order. The terrified horses were being led to safety. Water was being brought. But the flames had a head start. And they were winning.The front part of the stables and one side of the doorway were ablaze. One panicked horse was refusing to be led through. It was fighting against the halter, rearing, eyes rolling, hooves flailing. With a cry of pain, the groom dropped to the ground. The horse fled back into the stables.Dominic lunged forward, hefted the unconscious groom over his shoulder and raced across the yard to the inn. By the door, a maidservant stood motionless, wide-eyed with fear. 'You, girl.' He laid the boy ungently at her feet. 'Make yourself useful. Look to his hurts.' He did not wait to see whether she obeyed. He had to help save the horses. Only one other man left to do that. Not enough. Not nearly enough.The smoke was now so thick that it was difficult to see. And to breathe. Dominic looked around for something to use as a mask over his face. If only he had thrown on a shirt. But he had nothing. He would have to continue as he was. Taking a deep breath of the cooler air in the yard, he plunged into the hell of the burning stables.Still at least half a dozen terrified horses to save. Possibly more. He could barely make out the back of the stable. It was full of smoke, though not yet ablaze. But he could hear the sounds of hooves thundering against stall boards. At least some of the horses must still be tethered. He raced to the back of the building, keeping as low as he could, to avoid the choking smoke. Let the groom deal with the horses nearer the door.Like a ghostly apparition, a slim shape in grubby white emerged from the swirling smoke, leading a horse. No more than a boy, from the little Dominic could see, and dressed only in a bedgown and boots. But a boy who knew horses, for he had covered the animal's eyes to quiet it. 'Well done, lad,' Dominic gasped as they passed. No reply. The boy had his mind on his task. Just as Dominic must.It was taking too many precious minutes to rescue the horses. All the time, the fire was engulfing more of the building. Yet the boy in the bedgown was fearless, always going back into the most dangerous area of the stable. He had a way with the terrified beasts, too. More than once, Dominic fancied he heard the lad's voice, murmuring strong and low, urging the animal towards the flaming doorway. He had even started to cover t