My father always signed his paintings the same way. His name, Oliver Spencer, then a small symbol: a circle crossed by two delicate, dark swords, one vertical, one horizontal. “I know he always added it to his signature, like a logo,” I tell him. “He told me once it was an O and a T. O for Oliver, T for…” “Tessa,” the Duke says with a smile. “Yes, of course. Your mother.
