As Meat Loves Salt (4 page)

Afterwards Zeb asked, 'Did she suck your soul out?' and laughed; he told me all the company had seen me shake while kissing, and thus roused me to a blushing fit that lasted half an hour.

But I began to keep company with Caro. We had that talk which all lovers have,
Why me, and Since when.
She said I was a man and Zeb a boy, and during the kiss which followed her hand brushed against

my body as if by chance. Like a fool, I spent days wondering did she understand what she had done to me.

Next to Caro, Patience showed cumbersome as a cow. Impossible, I thought, that she should hold Zeb, who was constantly seeking new pleasures. Whereas Caro, delectable Caro, should hold me for ever. More than once of late I had been woken at night by Izzy laughing and punching me, and when I asked him what was ado he would not tell.

'Haste and get married,' was all the answer he would give. Peter and Zeb, who shared the other bed (only Godfrey had a chamber of his own) laughed along with him. In the dark I blushed worse than before, for I suffered hot, salt dreams and had some idea of what I might have done.

I was slow with her. After
Kiss Day,
as I afterwards thought of it, after she called me a man to Zeb's boy, I was still unsure and sometimes thought that for all she said, she must like Zeb better than me, for all women did. At times I even fancied, God forgive me, that she had perhaps turned to me following an earlier adventure with him.

One day I looked out of the window and saw her talking most earnestly with Zeb some yards off. I rose and quietly opened the window a crack before ducking beneath the sill.

Caro's voice came to me:'... and sees nothing of my difficulty.'

'Jacob all over,' Zeb said. 'But to the purpose. He must be put out of hope, you know.'

'I cannot do it!' she cried. 'Two brothers ... (here I missed some words, for my ears were throbbing) ... to do something so cruel.'

'But the longer it goes on, the crueller,' said Zebedee.

There followed a silence. I rose and peeped out of the window: they had joined hands.

'Shall I undertake to tell him?' asked Zeb.

Caro cried, 'Indeed, Zeb, you are too kind!' and then, before my very eyes, they embraced, out there in the garden where any might see. I pulled the window to and sank to the floorboards, trembling.

The rest of that afternoon was passed in planning Zeb's death, various ways, and devising punishments for Caro. During the evening meal I spoke not a word to either, even when directly addressed, and

saw my fellow servants exchange puzzled or offended looks. Afterwards, when all was cleared away, I sat by myself at the kitchen fire polishing the Master's boots. Zeb and Caro were most likely keeping out of my sight, and they were wise, for every time I thought of Zeb taking her in his arms, my jaw set and my own arms and shoulders became hard as iron.

The door opened and I glared upwards. It was Izzy.

'I have made a discovery today,' I said at once.

'Have you?' His voice was mild. 'Will you tell me what?'

'Acting the ambassador? Be straight. You are come to make their excuses.' I bent forward and spat into the grate.

Izzy contemplated me. 'Who are
they?
My business with you concerns no excuses.' He pulled up a chair next to mine.

'Well?' I snapped.

'Nay, I can't talk to you in that style. Would you rather I went away?'

'Zeb is courting Caro,' I burst out before I could stop myself. 'Don't you know it?'

'You amaze me. How did you make this - discovery?'

I told him what I had seen and heard. Izzy's face quickened with some inner revelation before I was halfway through.

"This is - none of it what you think,' he began slowly.

'What, not the embrace!'

He scratched his nose. 'Jacob ... there's a thing I must break to you. Somewhat ticklish.'

I thought,
You are in the right of it there.

'Caro has sought Zeb's counsel.'

'Why not mine?'

'It concerns you.' Izzy glanced up at the ceiling as if wishing himself anywhere else in the world. 'She has sought mine also, and her difficulty is—'

'How to break off with me!'

'She wonders why you wait so long to declare yourself.'

I was silenced.

He took a great breath and went on, 'If I may speak my mind — take note, this is none of her saying! — you make a fool of her, keeping

company so long and the day not settled on. She has never wanted any but you. I thought you had a great mind to her also, and you can be sure the Mistress would be pleased. Where then lies the impediment?'

'She is mighty familiar with Zeb,' I answered slowly, and then, filling with stubborn anger, 'I will not espouse her, or any, where I think my brother might have been before me.'

That was the only time in my entire life I saw Isaiah in a passion.

'Do you ever raise your eyes and look about you?' he hissed. 'Everyone knows where Zeb's delight lies, except the hulking idiot who is his brother.'

I gaped at him.

'Besides, now is too late,' Izzy went on, his eyes gleaming, 'for such talk! You have kept company with her for months and given no hint. I repeat, you make a fool of her, and — I promise you! — if one word of your — madness — gets out, you'll make such a fool of yourself as you'll never live down.'

'He embraces her.'

'Because he sees her unhappy! And should they kiss, what is it to you? You are not espoused, and if you like it not the remedy lies in your own hands.'

I was stunned, partly at this view of the matter, but mostly at what he had said of Zeb. 'Zeb in love? Who?'

'O, a certain maid whose ear he has been nibbling, full in your view, these past months. She has two eyes and a mouth and her name begins with P.'

Things that I had taken for jests came back to me: Zeb arm-wrestling Patience, or begging a lock of her hair 'for lying on a maiden's hair brings a man sweet sleep'.

'Caro does not wish to break off, then—?' I faltered.

Izzy rolled his eyes.

I went on, 'Yet they spoke of cruelty - said it was cruel.'

'You. You're cruel to Caro.'

'To Caro ...?'They had talked of a
he.
I was about to explain his mistake when the truth came to me. The cruelty Zeb had spoken of was my own, and the sufferer Izzy. My elder brother had never ceased

to love Caro, that was it; he had but loved her more tenderly as she turned away from the shared kindnesses of their early years towards something different with me. O Izzy Izzy: he was the better man of us two, I own it freely, but he was not the sort of man a maid dreams of taking to her bed, and he had been forced to learn it over and over as he watched me win her. I could hardly bear to look at him as he sat there, smiling in defeat.

'Cruel to Caro, yes.' I must now conceal my pity.

'I would see her happy,' he returned simply. 'I thought her happiness must lie with you.'

He it was, I remembered now, who had first told me of her preference.

'But I begin to think I was mistaken.' Izzy stared ahead of him. 'Lord, what brothers I have. One eats women and the other starves them.' His voice trembled as he rose to leave the room.

'Don't go, Izzy.' I flung my arms round him from behind. 'Wait and see — I will declare myself.’ Even as I said it I felt what a bittersweet promise this must be to him.

He turned to me and we pressed our faces together, the way we had always made up our quarrels as children. I had to bend down now, having so far outgrown my childhood protector. His face was damp around the eyes and for a moment I felt with horror that he was about to cry, but his gaze was bright and steady.

As he put me away from him, Izzy said quietly, 'You are near as handsome as he, and bigger.'

'Don't make me more of a fool than I am,' I answered.

"There, I knew you would not hear it.'

'You love me too well, Izzy.'

He sighed. 'Very well, think yourself ugly. But Jacob,' he went on, 'be not so harsh with Zeb.'

I said I would not.

Going to seek out Caro, I found Zeb and Patience in the scullery, his arms about her as she scraped at a dirty dish, and I wondered at my blindness for so long. My own darling I discovered moping in the great hall. When she saw me she rose, and would have quitted the

room, but I stepped up to her and begged her forgiveness. Before we parted that night, our betrothal was a settled thing.

The Mistress furnished Caro with a good dowry. All the money I could afford for her portion had been put by out of my own sweat, and was not bad considering the little that servants such as ourselves could scratch together. Neither of us could fairly hope for more if we meant to stay where we were.

My brothers and myself had been born to better fortunes than we enjoyed, but our father, though godly, was strangely improvident. I
found my inheritance wasted and my estate encumbered,
was his constant cry throughout my childhood.
Yet all shall be paid off, and you, Isaiah, shall inherit
—

Dust and debt. There was nothing else for Izzy to come into. The day after we buried Father, I found Mother weeping in her chamber, the steward standing over her and papers scattered all around.

'Jacob,' she screamed at me as if it were my doing, 'O my boy, my boy,' and fell to tearing her lace collar. I took it for the grief, and wept along with her, until the steward came forward saying, 'Pray, young master, send your brother Isaiah to us.'

When Izzy came out from the chamber he told me that we were nine-tenths ruined. The house and lands were certain to be seized. The steward was at that instant writing a letter for Mother to sign, begging our neighbour Sir John that of his goodness he succour a distressed widow of gentle birth and her three helpless children.

Sir John Roche was not in those days the wineskin he is since become, and his wife (who inclined to a somewhat Papistical style of worship) was known for her rather short-sighted charity. Our mother was given a cottage in the village and the three helpless children were put to work in the fields on Sir John's estate. This was perhaps not what Mother had in mind.

Margett, who was at that time the cook at Beaurepair, later enlightened me. We were in the kitchen together and her forehead shone

greasily as she bent over a pig she had on the spit. I thought her grey hair very ugly, but her face was kind, if wrinkled, and from her I could find out things the others kept secret.

'Your father owed Sir John a deal of money,' Margett said. 'Turn the handle there, it's about to catch. Lost a fortune by him, the Master did.'

And so he wished us to work his fields. It was every inch my mother, not to have understood this. She understood nothing but weeping, coaxing and prayer.

When we were let fall into the furrow, I was ill prepared for my new life. For one thing, I was then accustomed to the attentions of servants (though unlike Mervyn Roche, I had been taught always to address them with respect). Now I found a great abatement of rest and of comfort, whether I were in the field or cooped up in the dark cramped place that was become our home.

Most unendurable was the utter loss of all means of raising myself from the earth. My books were left behind in our old house. Weary as I was, I would gladly have had them by me. I could read well and was skilled in reckoning, knew my rhetoric and Scripture, and had begun the ancient tongues some years before.

'A forward lad for his age,' our tutor, Doctor Barton, had told my father. 'He might be trained up in the law perhaps, and become secretary to some great man.'

Now the forward lad found himself grubbing at roots, spreading dung, pulling thistles. When there was nothing else to do a boy could always be set to scare crows. Alone in the field where none could see me at it, I wept. Zeb, too young to grasp that we would be wasted in this valley of humiliation, was less wretched, though from time to time he would whine, 'When are we going home?'

The other workers were at first somewhat in awe of us, but when they understood that for all our polish we were penniless, things altered. Very soon they made no difference between us and themselves.

'Here, young Cullen, take this off-a me; don't stand there gawking,' said a man who could not read. I felt myself bitterly degraded. When I perceived that I was forgetting what I had been taught, that my only study now would be scythes and manures, terror seized me.

Izzy, finding me one day in a fit of despair, knelt by me in the field and crooked his arm about my neck. 'A man's value lies in his obedience to God's will,' he said. 'We are as precious to Him now as ever we were.'

'He does not show it.'

'Indeed He does. We eat and drink; we have good health, and one another,' he reproached me. But I lacked his greatness of heart.

Margett also told me that about this time, My Lady passing by in the carriage was struck by the sight of the three 'black-boys' labouring in her field. She made enquiries, and found that while she had thought us to be living on the charity of the Roches, her husband had reduced us to peasants.