Ever since Tyrell de Warenne rescued young Elizabeth Fitzgerald from the lake, the bookish maiden has had an interest in the young nobleman. When he pulls her out of the path of a runaway horse, she is smitten - and mudcovered. The gallant young lord is heir to a great earldom, and she is an impoverished, rather nondescript young woman who knows her place. But she can still dream.
At her first adult party - a masquerade ball - Elizabeth is astounded to find the attraction is mutual. Tyrell sought her out and asked her to meet him in the garden. She never arrived, and he learns that she left home shortly thereafter to visit relatives in Dublin.
Nearly two years later, Tyrell is astounded to learn that not only has Elizabeth returned to her parentís home, but she is claiming that he is the father of her child! What kind of game is she playing? What does she hope to gain from this charade?
Brenda Joyceís newest novel, The Masquerade, is full of passion. There are many layers in this story, skillfully woven into a fine tapestry. Readers will easily navigate the various threads until they reach the emotion-packed ending. Elizabeth is a fine heroine, who suffers because she wants to please the people she loves. Tyrell is bound by his familial duty, regardless of his heartís desire.
I was especially taken by the underlying premise of this book - that Elizabeth and Tyrell had some kind of connection that transcended time and circumstances. Fate truly has a hand to play, and would not be swayed.