None of the three of the girls could remember when they had had a better morning. It was wonderful. All of it, the ride on the horses, the eagle, the owl, and all the beauty of the estate. They loved it all. They loved the woods, the beautiful gardens, the pond, the log cabins, the rocky cliffs and the sharp drop offs. There wasn't one part of it that they didn't like. Yulong was a good guide and a good host, and he gave them a lot of good information and showed them a lot of things they could do. All three of them were understanding what Edward and Angus loved here because they loved it too.
"Ginger, you could come to Tuscany, I'm sure," Evie said, "but I really want to be able to spend some of my summer here."
"If we had some of both, we'd have it all, wouldn't we?" Ginger asked.
After breakfast, Robert came over and sat down by Angus. He checked the incision, and for now, it seemed to be holding. He put the dressing and the magic wrap back on it.
"Angus, what was this business about you being cursed?" Robert asked. "I'm afraid I've only heard fragments."
"My Uncle Jonathan said it's the reason I've been hated, supposedly since before I was born," Angus told him.
"Wait. Who's Jonathan?"
"A great uncle to me. Second brother to Edward. Edward is actually the youngest of five."
"I see. Go on," Robert said.
"So Jonathan said my mother made a deal with a dark arts woman to help her get pregnant, and it resulted in her being pregnant with me but it also cursed me. Said I was going to bring ruin to my family, and they've hated me for it ever since."
"Ruin? That's pretty vague."
"Well, the exact words he used were misery, poverty, pain, and death."
"Ah, well, that is more specific then. And neither you nor Edward heard this story before? Do you believe it?"
"No. This was a first for both Edward and me. Do I believe I'm cursed? No. I don't, but it does appear that they believe it. Asshats, all of them."
"Angus," Robert frowned, "maybe, in some twisted way, it had some truth to it. Think for just one moment. I think it is pretty clear that not all your family members are white lighters. Some of them have been into some dark dealings."
"Like my parents."
"Yes. We knew that before they died," Robert agreed. "And clearly Basil and Gloria were into dark doings too. Angus, it seems to me that when someone aligns with darkness, their values become flipped. They no longer value the same things we white lighters value. You have some remarkable skills, Lad, and you have always used them for decent things. To a dark arts follower, though, those things are a threat. That's not news to you, but perhaps, what was spoken over you wasn't a curse. Perhaps it was a prophesy that would have been a horrendous threat to a dark arts practitioner. Look at what you've stood for. You have been part of ending the dark arts dealings in your extended family. Those members of your family have indeed suffered misery. They've suffered that misery, poverty, pain and death, and those things were not brought on by you, no matter what they think it looked like. They brought it on themselves. Perhaps it was a prophesy that the days of dark arts dealings were going to be coming to an end, and if that's the case, then if you were some part of that, I'd say you had a legacy to be proud of in your family, and exactly the sort of man Edward raised you to be, and exactly the man I entrusted to take care of my family and to protect every damned thing I own."
"Answer me this. And be honest. Have you ever, even one time, seen any evidence of any sort of darkness or curse? Would you have seen it if it was there? And would you have told me if you did?"
"I have always been honest with you. I have never lied to you. I have never ever seen any curse or any dark thing in you. Not once. And, yes, I'd have seen it."
"And if you're right, then there's nothing to be done about it, then."
"Not by you, Lad," Robert said. "There's an Americanism that seems to fit here. I think their belief that you're cursed is entirely on them. You didn't make them think it, and it isn't up to you to remove it from them. As the Americans say, not your circus, not your monkeys. That's on them."
"Thank you," Angus said quietly.