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know no one struck him?”
    Leighton’s face darkened. “Don’t start thinking like that, Benjamin,” he warned. “There’s no evidence to suggest anything of the sort. Judah slipped. It was a tragic accident. He drowned. The stream carried him down to the fall, and …”
    “You examined him?” Benjamin interrupted.
    “Of course I did.”
    “What did you find, exactly?”
    Leighton sighed. “That the cause of death was drowning. There were several abrasions on his head and shoulders, one where a smooth stone had struck him, which would be when he fell, several others rougher, where the current carried him down onto the fall.”
    “Are you sure it was those stones?” Benjamin persisted.
    “Yes. The wounds had little bits of riverweed in them, and his hands were scraped by the gravel at the bottom.” His face was sad and patient. “Benjamin, there’s nothing more to it than I’ve told you. Don’t look for reasons or fairness in it. There aren’t any. It is an unjust tragedy, the death of a good man who should have lived a long and happy life. These things happen, probably more often than you know, because it doesn’t hit you like this unless it was someone you loved. People die on the mountains, there are boating accidents on the lakes, falls in the hunting field. I’m sorry.”
    “But why was he out crossing the stream in the middle of the night?” Benjamin could not let it go.
    Leighton frowned. “Nobody knows that. I don’t suppose we ever will. Look to what matters now. Help Antonia to come to terms with it. Be a support to her, and do what you can for young Joshua. They need your strength now, not a lot of questions towhich we’ll find no answers. And even if we found them all, they would make no difference to what happened. Make the best of what is left.”
    Benjamin looked bewildered. “And Ashton Gower?” he demanded angrily. “Who is going to silence him? I swear by God, if he goes on blackening Judah’s name, I will! And if he had anything to do with Judah’s death, anything at all, I’ll prove it and I’ll see him hang!”
    Leighton’s face was grim. He straightened up, frowning. “You can be forgiven a certain amount for the shock of your loss, Benjamin, but if you suggest, outside this room, that Gower had anything to do with your brother’s death, you will be even more guilty of slander than he is. There is nothing whatever to indicate that he met Judah or had any intention of harming him, then or at any time. Please don’t bring any more grief on your family than it already has. It would be utterly irresponsible.”
    Benjamin stood without moving for a long moment, then turned and strode out, leaving the door swinging behind him.
    “I’m sorry,” Henry apologized for him. “Judah’s death has hit him very hard, and Ashton Gower’s charges are vicious and profoundly wrong. Judah was one of the most honest men I ever knew. To blacken his name now is an evil thing to do. I agree with Benjamin completely, and regardless of what he does, I will do all I can to protect Judah’s widow and son from such calumny.”
    “Everyone in the village will,” Leighton said gravely. “Gower is a deeply unpopular man. We all remember what he did over the forged deeds. He’s arrogant and abrupt. But if Benjamin accuses him over Judah’s death, he will make it a great deal more difficult than it has to be, because some are then going to see injury on both sides, and it will become a feud, and split the village. That kind of thing can take years to heal, sometimes generations, because people get so entrenched, other grievances are added, and they can’t turn back.”
    “I’ll speak to him,” Henry promised. Then he excused himself and went outside into the snow to catch up with Benjamin.
    Benjamin was standing holding both the horses. He looked at Henry defiantly, his blue eyes burning. “I know,” he said before Henry could speak. “I just hate being told by that satisfied,