"I am, but I am in the command of a good man named Von Steuben. He will not run, Father."

Uriah looked away, "I see."

John was anxious to change the subject, "You must tell me, does Mahala keep all my lovely ladies safe?"

"They are all well," Caleb confirmed, carefully placing a hand full of twigs on the glow­ing embers of the small campfire.

"And Hester? How is she?"

"John . . ." Caleb started.

Uriah cut him off, "She is quite well and misses you greatly."

John looked relieved, but Caleb looked irritated, "Obviously, I know nothing -- not even my own name."

"I thought we agreed to wait." Uriah shot back.

"Well, I have changed my mind -- Lord Rodes."

John looked from one bother to the other. "What?"

Uriah returned his brother's glare and then finally shrugged. "Fine, I will tell you, but do allow me to finish before you question me. Agreed?"

"Agreed," Caleb promised.

"Our father's name was Lord Jonathan Samual Rodes and being the eldest son, I was set to inherit the title." Uriah tried not to watch the shocked expression on his son's face. "Our father was English and our mother was Jacobite. Both of Mary and Elizabeth's parents were Jacobite."

Caleb grew incredulous, "You knew their parents?"