Iris Johansen - A Summer Smile

Daniel lifted Zilah easily to the top rail of the white wooden fence that separated the stableyard from the pasture. “There, you can have a bird’seye view and still not get in the way of the grooms who are exercising horses. In the morning the stable area has a tendency to get as busy as Churchill Downs before the Kentucky Derby.”

Zilah swung her leg over the rail to straddle it. Her gaze traveled eagerly over the long, low stable that was as spotless as the grounds themselves, and then crossed the fence to the lush green of the pasture, which contained a variety of obstacle jumps. “I can see that. What a wonderful place. It reminds me a little of a picture of the Calumet stables I’ve seen.”

“It should,” Daniel said dryly. “Philip’s father sent a trainer to Calumet to study methods and architecture before having this stable built. Nothing but the best for his only son.” He leaned lazily against the fence and lit a cigarette. He blew a thin stream of smoke into the air before studying her with narrowed eyes. “You seem to have livened up a bit. You were very quiet on the way from the house.” He looked down at the tip of his cigarette. “Did you get through to your mother?”

The smile faded from her face. “Yes.” She looked out at the obstacle course where a groom, who looked little more than a child, was fighting a huge black stallion for control. Despite his size, the boy seemed to be a fine horseman, she thought. “She was very happy. She said she looked forward to seeing me soon.” The words were stilted. “She cried.”

“That must have been upsetting for you,” Daniel said gently. “Are you close?”

“We used to be.” She shifted restlessly. “It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other.” She was silent a moment before she spoke again. “She’s uncomfortable around me now. I think she still feels a sense of guilt.”

“Guilt? Why should she feel guilty?”

“She shouldn’t. I tried to tell her that.” Zilah’s hands clenched unconsciously on the rail. “She blames herself for my…illness, for leaving me with my grandmother while she was working. That’s one of the reasons I came back to Sedikhan. No one should have to live with guilt like that. I wanted to show her that I’m well and happy now.”

“And are you?”

She lifted her chin. “Of course.” Her gaze returned again to the boy on the black horse. “Look, he’s going to jump him.” She frowned. “Aren’t the bars awfully high? That must be a six-foot jump.”

Daniel’s eyes hadn’t left her face. “All of Philip’s grooms are very competent. You don’t have to worry about him.”

“He doesn’t look old enough to be that competent. He can’t be more than eleven or twelve.”

His head turned casually to glance out at the pasture. He muttered a low curse, tossed his cigarette to the ground, and crushed it beneath the heel of his boot. He was up on the rail beside her with one swift movement. “Pandora. Philip’s going to murder her.”

“That’s a distinct possibility,” Philip El Kabbar said grimly as he joined them on the bar. He had changed to tan riding pants and a white shirt. His worn black boots were of the finest leather, and he looked even more intimidating than he had earlier this morning. “If she doesn’t kill herself first.”

“Pandora? That’s a girl?” Zilah asked, surprised. The slight figure in the black ribbed sweater and frayed jeans appeared to be both wiry and strong. The gray cap pulled down over her eyes completely hid her hair and shadowed her face. It was no wonder Zilah had mistaken her for a boy.

“Her gender is debatable,” El Kabbar said. “She doesn’t recognize the fact that she’s female as yet. She knows only she’s either going to win the Olympics or be the greatest jockey since Willie Shoemaker. She hasn’t decided which choice will win her ultimate approval.”

“Pandora Madchen,” Daniel supplied. “She’s the daughter of Karl Madchen, the doctor Philip imported to set up a dispensary here at the compound.”

“Correction. She’s the devil’s daughter,” the sheikh said. His eyes were narrowed intently on the small figure bent low over the horse’s neck as she urged him toward the jump. “The gypsies must have left her.”

“Are you going to try to stop her?” Daniel asked curiously. “That’s Oedipus, isn’t it? I thought you forbade her to ride him.”

“I did. But it’s too late to stop the jump. If I go out there and try to drag her off now, I’d probably spook him.” El Kabbar’s eyes were turquoise flints in his set face. “I’ll have to wait until she makes the jump and brings him around.”

Zilah shivered. El Kabbar’s anger was all the more intimidating for its leashed menace. “She’s only a child,” she offered tentatively.

“She’s fifteen, Miss Dabala,” El Kabbar said without shifting his eyes from the girl on the horse. “Old enough to obey orders, if not to have a modicum of common sense. One or the other is mandatory here at the stable.”

The black stallion’s muscles were gathering for the jump, sinews tense and ready. Then he was rising in the air and floating over the jump as if it were three feet instead of six. He landed on the other side with faultless precision.

“Beautiful,” Zilah breathed. “She’s a magnificent horsewoman, isn’t she?”

“The best I’ve ever known,” Philip said. “And the most foolhardy.” He jumped down from the fence into the pasture. “I’d suggest you take Miss Dabala back to the house, Daniel. I haven’t decided what form Pandora’s punishment is going to take, but I just may beat her bottom until she can’t sit down.” He cast a twisted smile over his shoulder. “I wouldn’t want to offend our guest’s tender sensibilities.”

Zilah watched him stride swiftly toward the girl, who sat waiting across the pasture, her body language practically shouting defiance. “He won’t really hurt her, will he?” she asked worriedly. “Perhaps we should phone Dr. Madchen.”

Daniel shook his head. “Madchen can’t control her. I don’t think he even tries. He’s let her run wild ever since they arrived in Sedikhan three years ago. Philip is the only one she’ll obey.” He shrugged. “Sometimes.”

He slipped to the ground and reached up to place his big hands on her waist and swing her down. “Come on, I’ll take you back to the house. You’ve seen enough for one day. Tomorrow, if you’re stronger, I’ll take you for a short ride.”

Her troubled gaze returned to the tiny girl on the huge horse. “But I don’t think…”

He tilted her chin up to meet his eyes. “Philip won’t hurt her. He’s very decent to her really. He gives her the run of the stables. He lets her trail around after him all over the estate. He’s even made sure that she can’t come to any harm while running wild in the village.” His lips tightened. “But Oedipus is still half wild and too damn strong for her. Philip knows that and he’s not about to let her kill herself. In spite of what you think of him, Philip has a hell of a lot of good points. He’s honest and scrupulously fair. It may amuse him to act the playboy on occasion, but he also works as hard as any man I’ve ever met. He’s no profligate ruler taking everything from his country and putting nothing back. He’s poured millions into that irrigation project, trying to reclaim farmland from the desert. Education and per capita income have soared here since Philip inherited the sheikhdom.” He lifted her easily into his arms. “So don’t worry about Pandora. Philip isn’t going to tie her to a fence post and beat her with a whip. She certainly doesn’t need you to mother her. She wouldn’t appreciate your interference.”

Zilah instantly nestled closer as he carried her swiftly through the stableyard. “She shouldn’t be allowed to run wild. It’s dangerous for her. Things happen…”