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to do and closed his eyes against tears of joy. The
priest looked at the bride’s father and the bride’s father
took matters into his own hands.
“It appears we were all misled, though there was no
malice inherent in this deception. This young man
truly believed he was someone else. I find no fault in
letting him and his friend walk away unharmed and
without blame.”
Brian turned to the bride’s father and bowed deeply.
“My humblest thanks to you, sir. Had I been in my
right mind we wouldn’t be here.”
Ethan grinned and turned to the still open doors of
the church. He lifted one hand and someone came in
wearing an oversized hooded cloak. “There is indeed
a gentleman by the name of Reginald Potterfield and
he is the one who wrote the letters now stored in your
bridal chest.” Ethan reached up and pulled back the
hood on the cloak to expose the real Reginald Potterfield.
“Here is your groom, my lady!”
He looked exactly like Brian. Brian’s stunned face
lost all trace of color and the bride’s father had to keep
him on his feet. “What is the meaning of this!?”
Reginald’s eyes locked on Brian’s. “I am so sorry,
brother. I could not stop them.”
Brother? Yes. Brian brought a hand up to his forehead
and was helped to sit on an empty part of the front
pew reserved for the groom’s family and attendants.
Save for a few men who’d volunteered to help, the
pew was empty. Ethan watched Brian with a worried
gaze and Reginald turned to the bride. She looked at
him, turned to look at Brian, then allowed Reginald
to approach her. He leaned forward and whispered
something in her ear that only Reginald would know.
He stood up and she turned her gaze back to Brian.
“Oh my love, how can we help him deal with this?”
Reginald held her hand. “I do not know, Alexandra. I
only know he is now wildly conflicted and beset by all
kinds of doubt.”
Brian finally looked up and his eyes found Ethan’s
face first, then Reginald’s. He spoke to both of them.
“If I have an identical twin brother, who am I? Am I
really Brian Fairchild or am I someone else?”
Reginald looked to Ethan, who nodded. Reginald
spoke gently. “The people who raised you are your
true parents. I was whisked away when we were still
babes in swaddling clothes. The couple who raised me
made sure I knew everything possible about you and
our parents in hopes of one day bringing me back to
you.”
Brian sighed very softly. “Mother died when I was
sixteen. There was an accident on the dock where they
kept their fishing boat. One of the other boats capsized
in port and she was swept off the docks by the mast.
She drowned because the heavy canvas sail kept her
underwater and they couldn’t find the edges to rescue
her in time.”
Alexandra made a soft sound and Reginald exhaled
quietly. “I am sorry, Brian. I know you loved her very
much.”
“Father was a changed man after that. He worked
more and smiled less. The men who helped him stayed
on even when he could no longer turn a profit because
other fishermen were underselling him. I met Ethan
when I was fourteen. He wasn’t the only one who befriended me, but he is the only one still alive.”
Erich, Thaddeus and ten of the other boys from the
tilling yard had perished in a border skirmish on the
western boundary of Driscoll territory some five years
back. Ethan and Brian had been the turning point
for the Driscoll fighters; their arrival at the border
with a fresh score of soldiers had sent the intruders
running. But the damage had already been done. Of
the forty-six men at the border that day, twenty-one
died. Families cried and mourned while Ethan did
everything in his power to learn all he could about the
attack.
Ethan blinked once then smiled. “Do you remember
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