“Yes, some were adventures.” Rockford tucked the coin back in his pocket. “Without a militia near Sommer-by-the-Sea, the magistrate often turns to Barrington for help. Even though we’re no longer in the service, we all took an oath to answer his call whenever we are needed.”
Adam’s eyes widened. “And each of you received a coin?”
“Yes,” Rockford nodded. “Barrington’s father, Duke Northwood, gave them to us the evening Barrington walked into the drawing room on his own for the first time, his mother by his side. Each of us helped him recover. The coin symbolizes our commitment and now serves as a silent call to duty.”
Adam looked thoughtful. “It’s quite a responsibility. No, let me rephrase that. It’s an outstanding honor.”
“That it is,” Rockford agreed. “As the second son, Barrington has the privilege and means to take on such commitments. It works well for him. And here,” Rockford looked around, “Barrington prefers North Sea and the cliffs of Sommer-by-the-Sea to the formality of London.” Rockford glanced at the shops, the people, and the masts of the large ships at the dock in the distance. “And so do I.”
“I agree. Sommer-by-the-Sea is a beautiful place. I prefer it in the summer, although I do look forward to London during the season,” Adam said as they approached the apothecary. “Here is where I leave you.”
Rockford glanced at the bottle glass window. He raised an eyebrow, concern flickering in his eyes. “If you don’t mind me asking, are you ill?”
Adam paused, debating whether to share more. After a moment, he sighed. “Thank you for your concern, but no, thankfully, I’m not ill. It’s about Lora’s project.”
“The clinic?” He glanced at the apothecary. “I do not understand the connection.”
“She’s facing some serious opposition. Someone is preparing to send a message to the king asking him to oppose the expansion. I wouldn’t be surprised if they attempted to shut the clinic down completely. Lora feels she must take action to counter it.”
Rockford’s expression grew serious. “What reasons are they giving for their opposition?”
Adam exhaled, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “It is not one grievance but several, each tangled with the next. Some physicians and apothecaries claim the clinic threatens their livelihood, though it serves those who could never afford their services to begin with.”
Rockford’s gaze flicked toward the apothecary’s shop. “That is why you’re here.”
“Yes. He once supported the endeavor, but something has changed. I intend to hear his reasoning directly.”
Rockford crossed his arms. “Surely that alone does not warrant a message to the king.”
Adam shook his head. “No. Others claim the clinic upsets the natural order, encouraging dependence on charity. And then there are those who care nothing for the clinic itself but fear the wider implications. If one successful reform is allowed to flourish, it may embolden calls for more.”
Rockford’s expression darkened. “So it is not truly about the clinic at all.”
“No,” Adam agreed grimly. “It is about control.”
“That is your most damning reason.” Rockford considered this for a moment. He nodded, determination clear in hiseyes. “In my capacity within the government, I can advocate for the clinic’s expansion, build alliances, and counteract the opposition’s arguments with solid evidence and public support.”
Adam nodded. “Your influence and connections in London could be crucial in presenting a strong case to the king. Dr. Manning’s reputation with the Royal College of Physicians and the clinic’s initial success should also work in our favor.”
Rockford’s expression softened. “I’ll see what I can do. I have heard the odd comment or two. In general,” he quickly added, “not concerning Dr. Manning’s project. We must take care. If there is opposition and it’s organized, we’ll need a solid plan.”
Adam’s face lit up with relief. “I don’t know how to thank you. I’ve been concerned that Lora would do something rash.”
Rockford placed a reassuring hand on Adam’s shoulder. “You don’t need to thank me. Lady Lora’s dedication is admirable, but I understand your concern. She never was one to sit still when she thought action was necessary. I’ll do my best to help protect the clinic and support her efforts.”
Adam’s tension seemed to melt. He reached out to Rockford, firmly clasping his forearm. “I appreciate it, Rockford. Truly. With your help, I’m certain we can secure the clinic’s future. I admit I need to see to Father’s holdings in Brighton and was concerned about being gone under these circumstances.”
“You gather the information you need,” Rockford nodded toward the apothecary, “I’m off to Barrington’s.”
“Before you go, our family is hosting a gala in several weeks at our estate. We would be honored if you would join us.
“Thank you.” It had been a long time since he’d been to Fallsmith Manor. He silently chuckled. A long time indeed, another lifetime since he filched a tart from Mrs. Kelly’s kitchen. The thought of the warm, sweet aroma of apple tarts tickled his memory and made his mouth water. “I would be delighted to attend.”
“That’s wonderful.” Adam clapped Rockford on the shoulder. “You take care.”
Rockford nodded, his expression serious. “I will, my friend. Farewell.”
Adam’s expression grew serious. “One more item. I know I mentioned it before. Lora is taking the clinic issues personally. If you become involved, be gentle with her. She’s passionate and driven. This project is close to her heart.”
