Besieged (32 page)
Authors: Bertrice Small
“I never knew you felt this way, Kieran,” Fortune answered him. “What I have is yours, darling. Let no one say otherwise. If it will make you happy, I will sign it all over to you!”
He chuckled. “Nay, sweetheart. I do not want your wealth. Your family is right to see that its women have their own. Besides, that is not the point, Fortune. As you have your pride, I have mine. A man must make his own way in the world.” He caressed her tenderly. “What has happened to my practical little wife?”
“I don’t want you to leave me!” she began to sob again. “I would rather be with you to share your fate than left behind here in England to have our child all alone!”
“You will not be alone,” he said in reasonable tones. “You will have your mother with you, my love.”
“I don’t want Mama!
I want you!”
I want you!”
Jasmine had warned him that Fortune’s condition would cause her to act in an unreasonable manner at times. Here was his beautiful wife who had instructed him to go to Mary’s Land to obtain the best land in the first wave of colonists now wailing at him. He didn’t know what he could possibly say to her under the circumstances, and so he decided to take a tack he had never before taken with her.
“You cannot have me unless you wish to destroy all our chances to succeed, Fortune,” he told her sternly. “You have said yourself our chances of success depend on obtaining the proper land for our horses. If I do not go now, how can I do that? You will survive without me to hold your hand. Didn’t India have her firstborn in a mountain hunting lodge with only her two servants to help her? Having a baby is a most natural thing for a woman. Now, behave yourself, Fortune.”
She was astounded by his reprimand. “How can you speak to me like that?” she demanded, suddenly angry.
“How can I not when you behave like a spoiled child?” he countered, thankful she was no longer weeping.
“I shall never forgive you for leaving me,” Fortune announced in regal tones. “You are being horrible, Kieran.”
“When you arrive in Mary’s Land next summer and find a fine house awaiting you, and crops planted, and meadows of lush grass for our horses, you will forgive me. I go for you, Fortune, and for our child. Can you really be angry at me for that?” He tipped her lovely face up so he could look into her eyes.
“Yes!”
“Really?”
he wheedled her, brushing her lips softly with his own.
he wheedled her, brushing her lips softly with his own.
“Yes!”
She glowered at him, but her lips were twitching.
She glowered at him, but her lips were twitching.
“Truly?”
He kissed her with a barely concealed hunger, pushing her back amid the pillows on their bed, and unfastening the ribbons on her nightrail so he could nuzzle at her ripening breasts. She sighed, not answering him, and he began to kiss the swell of soft creamy flesh. She was so deliciously tempting. He fondled her bosom with a big hand, then leaned forward to kiss her closed and shadowed eyelids. “Have you any idea, Fortune, of how much I am going to miss you, my darling? A woman, I am told, loses her desire as she grows full with her babe, but a man has no such luxury. If anything I find you more exciting than ever before.”
He kissed her with a barely concealed hunger, pushing her back amid the pillows on their bed, and unfastening the ribbons on her nightrail so he could nuzzle at her ripening breasts. She sighed, not answering him, and he began to kiss the swell of soft creamy flesh. She was so deliciously tempting. He fondled her bosom with a big hand, then leaned forward to kiss her closed and shadowed eyelids. “Have you any idea, Fortune, of how much I am going to miss you, my darling? A woman, I am told, loses her desire as she grows full with her babe, but a man has no such luxury. If anything I find you more exciting than ever before.”
Her blue-green eyes opened, and she said, “Then you had best make the most of the few days you have left with me, my husband. You will not, I know, be unfaithful to me, will you?” She drew him back down into her arms, and nipped his earlobe.
“Will you, Kieran?”
“Will you, Kieran?”
“Nay, Fortune,” he told her. “I will not be unfaithful to you.” He gently rolled her on her side, and pushed up her nightrail.
She sighed as he entered her ever so gently. Who on earth had told him that silly old wives’ tale about a woman losing desire when she was with child? Perhaps later she might, but certainly not now. She pressed herself back against him, purring as he moved within her, his hands caressing her belly, her breasts, teasing at her sensitive nipples. “You will miss me,” she taunted him wickedly; then she gave herself over to the pleasure he was creating between them.
“Aye, I will,”
he groaned, straining to bring them to a state of blissful oblivion; and when he succeeded they sighed in unison, replete with their shared satisfaction.
he groaned, straining to bring them to a state of blissful oblivion; and when he succeeded they sighed in unison, replete with their shared satisfaction.
They spent the next few days in a haze of passion, and then it was time for Kieran to leave Queen’s Malvern for Liverpool. Fortune had managed to overcome her last-minute trepidation. She stood upon the front stoop of the house, offering her husband a traveling cup. He drained it down, gravely handing her back the silver goblet. Then reaching down he pulled her up to kiss her a final time. “It is all for you, and the babe,” he said softly. “I love you, Fortune. Pray for our success, sweetheart. God willing, I shall see you next summer in Mary’s Land.” He set her back down again, and without another word swung his mount about to move down the driveway, Kevin following.
“Mama!” Fortune called, and Jasmine turned. “Come home quickly, and give him what wisdom you can before you leave him.”
Jasmine nodded, and then followed after her son-in-law.
Fortune turned back to the house, unable to see them ride out of sight. Mama would not be back for a week or more. She was virtually alone, but for her good Rois. “I hate this,” Fortune muttered to herself, and then called to her maidservant to keep her company. She expected that Rois was no happier than she was with this situation. Rois came, red-eyed from weeping. “Don’t cry, or I’ll cry too,” Fortune said. “I’m just as sad as you are, Rois.”
“They had to go, I know,” Rois sniffled. “Kevin says if we’re to have a future we must own our own land, and we can’t in Ulster. Still, why now? Now when I’m expecting our first bairn!” Then she began to cry again.
“You’re having a baby too?”
Fortune wondered why she was so surprised. “When?”
Fortune wondered why she was so surprised. “When?”
“A wee bit after you, m’lady,” Rois admitted.
“Does Kevin know?” Fortune asked her servant.
Rois shook her head. “I was afraid to tell him lest he not go, and he was so intent upon it I didn’t want to spoil his chances.”
Fortune began to laugh. It was all so absurd. She had married the wrong brother because she loved him, lost her dowry in the process, and now was left behind
enceinte
with an
enceinte
serving woman while their husbands went off to seek their destiny. If this scenario had been presented to her two years ago she would have scorned such a fate for the practical and sensible Lady Fortune Mary Lindley. “Well, Rois,” she said, “I think we have no other choice but to hope our men have great success in their endeavors. We’ll keep each other company while our bairns ripen. Can you knit? I’ve never learned how, but I can sew a very fine seam. Let’s make our babies some wee gowns. ’Tis as good a way as any I can think of to keep ourselves occupied.”
enceinte
with an
enceinte
serving woman while their husbands went off to seek their destiny. If this scenario had been presented to her two years ago she would have scorned such a fate for the practical and sensible Lady Fortune Mary Lindley. “Well, Rois,” she said, “I think we have no other choice but to hope our men have great success in their endeavors. We’ll keep each other company while our bairns ripen. Can you knit? I’ve never learned how, but I can sew a very fine seam. Let’s make our babies some wee gowns. ’Tis as good a way as any I can think of to keep ourselves occupied.”
Young Mistress Bramwell, the assistant housekeeper, went to the storerooms and brought back some lovely cambric and the sewing supplies that they would need. There were even old paper patterns from which they could cut the infant garments. Rohana came to help them for she had not gone with her mistress. For the next week they spent their days cutting and sewing. Baby Autumn came, and crawled about their feet, playing with the scraps of material that fell to the floor.
Eight days after she had departed Queen’s Malvern Jasmine returned with her escort of Glenkirk men-at-arms. “They’ve sailed for Ireland,” she said. “The wind was fair, and the seas calm. Don’t look so worried, my poppet,” she told her daughter. “I was six months coming from India, and I managed to arrive safely.”
“He should already have reached Ulster, and taken on the colonists,” Fortune replied. “They are probably even now sailing toward their rendezvous with Leonard Calvert. He has surely embarked by now.”
And indeed Lord Baltimore’s expedition had departed Gravesend, but they did not get far. Cecil Calvert had been wise to remain in England. His enemies were spreading rumors that his two ships, the
Ark
and the
Dove,
were actually sending nuns and soldiers to Spain. Lord Baltimore had to go to court to defend himself, and his expedition. His vessels were stopped by a royal naval ship, and forced to put into Cowes, on the Isle of Wight. There they sat for almost a month before finally being allowed to proceed on their journey. The master of the
Ark,
knowing that the
Cardiff Rose
was waiting off Cape Clear, had sent word to Kieran Devers via an outbound ship. He explained the delay, suggesting that the
Cardiff Rose
proceed to Barbados where they would await Lord Baltimore’s expedition which would shortly follow.
Ark
and the
Dove,
were actually sending nuns and soldiers to Spain. Lord Baltimore had to go to court to defend himself, and his expedition. His vessels were stopped by a royal naval ship, and forced to put into Cowes, on the Isle of Wight. There they sat for almost a month before finally being allowed to proceed on their journey. The master of the
Ark,
knowing that the
Cardiff Rose
was waiting off Cape Clear, had sent word to Kieran Devers via an outbound ship. He explained the delay, suggesting that the
Cardiff Rose
proceed to Barbados where they would await Lord Baltimore’s expedition which would shortly follow.
On November twenty-second the colonists bound for Mary’s Land departed at long last. England was hardly out of sight when they were caught in a violent storm, but once it had passed they had perfect weather for the rest of their journey to Barbados, so perfect that the
Ark
’s captain remarked upon it. He had never known such a smooth crossing. The single violent storm they had encountered had, however, separated them from their traveling companion, the smaller pinnace, the
Dove.
They could only hope she had survived the gale, and would meet them in Barbados as the
Cardiff Rose
was to do.
Ark
’s captain remarked upon it. He had never known such a smooth crossing. The single violent storm they had encountered had, however, separated them from their traveling companion, the smaller pinnace, the
Dove.
They could only hope she had survived the gale, and would meet them in Barbados as the
Cardiff Rose
was to do.
Kieran Devers and his companions sailed across a cloudless blue sea facing the unknown. Day after day the sun shone brightly down on them. The further from Ireland they got, the warmer the air grew. The weather was so fair, and the voyage so smooth, that Mistress Jones and Taffy brought their plants topside, making a small enclosure for them in the bow area of the deck. After six weeks, the
Cardiff Rose
made landfall in Barbados where they would await the rest of the expedition.
Cardiff Rose
made landfall in Barbados where they would await the rest of the expedition.
The governor of the island, Sir Thomas Warner, was careful in his welcome. The
Cardiff Rose
was a member of the O’Malley-Small trading company, and therefore of some small import. Nonetheless it was filled with Irish Catholics. Not enough to cause him any difficulty, but he was indeed concerned. He tendered an invitation to Kieran and the ship’s captain for dinner so he might learn more. Kieran gave his colonists leave to visit the island, but warned them they must cause no difficulty, or they would be sent back aboard and forced to remain.
Cardiff Rose
was a member of the O’Malley-Small trading company, and therefore of some small import. Nonetheless it was filled with Irish Catholics. Not enough to cause him any difficulty, but he was indeed concerned. He tendered an invitation to Kieran and the ship’s captain for dinner so he might learn more. Kieran gave his colonists leave to visit the island, but warned them they must cause no difficulty, or they would be sent back aboard and forced to remain.
“We must await Lord Calvert. I would be far more comfortable doing it ashore than aboard ship. We still have a long way to go. Any man found drunk will not be allowed ashore again until we reach Mary’s Land.” Then Kieran Devers went with Captain O’Flaherty to the governor’s home.
They were greeted cordially, and sat down to table. Kieran was fascinated by the long bunches of yellow cucumber-shaped growths hanging from trees outside the governor’s dining room.
Seeing the direction of his gaze the governor chuckled. “Bananas,” he said. “They are called bananas. Peel away the yellow outer skin, and inside is a sweet fruit not unlike the taste of marmalade. I’ll give you some to bring back aboard ship.”
“We’re remaining on the island while we await the arrival of Lord Baltimore’s expedition, my lord. If we have your permission, of course,” Kieran answered him. “We have been at sea for weeks, and are not sailors used to the water. My men are mostly farmers.”
“Where are you bound for, if I may ask?” the governor inquired.
“Lord Baltimore’s new colony of Mary’s Land,” Kieran told him.
“ ’Tis only for Catholics, I am told,” Sir Thomas replied.
“Nay, sir, Mary’s Land is for all men of goodwill, be they Catholic or Protestant,” Kieran told him earnestly. “None will be persecuted. That is why we are going, my lord, but many who travel with Leonard Calvert are Protestants.”
“Don’t like the idea of a Catholic colony,” the governor grumbled. “We’ve got too much trouble with the Spanish here as it is.”
“Mary’s Land is
not
a Spanish colony, my lord. It is an English colony. We are all loyal subjects of his majesty. Did you know that my wife’s half-brother is the king’s honored nephew?”
not
a Spanish colony, my lord. It is an English colony. We are all loyal subjects of his majesty. Did you know that my wife’s half-brother is the king’s honored nephew?”
“Indeed?”
The governor looked a bit skeptical.
The governor looked a bit skeptical.
“Lord Charles Frederick Stuart, the duke of Lundy,” Kieran said. “They call him the not-so-royal Stuart.”
“Ah, yes, I recall something about Prince Henry having a bastard,” Sir Thomas responded. “The mistress was a pretty wench as I remember now. Dark hair, and eyes like the turquoise sea.”
“My mother-in-law, the duchess of Glenkirk,” Kieran said, “although she was not wed to James Leslie when she was the prince’s beloved friend.”
“You’re welcome to remain on the island itself as long as your people don’t cause us any difficulties,” the governor told Kieran.
“Thank you, my lord,” Kieran said politely, and turned his attention to his meal.
“Nicely done, sir,” Captain O’Flaherty said softly with a wink. “The family would be proud of you.”
Kieran looked at the captain, and the eyes twinkling back at him were familiar. “God’s blood!” he swore softly. “You’re one of them, aren’t you?”
“Ualtar O’Flaherty, son of Ewan, grandson of the great Skye, great-grandson of Dubhdara himself,” was the smiling reply. “Your wife and I are cousins, although I have never had the pleasure of meeting her or any of her nearest kin. I only met my grandmother, Skye, twice in my lifetime. My father is the Master of Ballyhenessey in Ireland. I’m the only one of his sons who felt the urge to go to sea. My grandmother saw to it that I could have my heart’s desire as she did for several of my cousins. Various of us have been master of the
Cardiff Rose.
She’s a fine, safe vessel. Mostly I’ve been on the Mediterranean run. We call in at various times at Algiers, San Lorenzo, Marseilles, Naples, Venice, Athens, Alexandria, Istanbul.”
Cardiff Rose.
She’s a fine, safe vessel. Mostly I’ve been on the Mediterranean run. We call in at various times at Algiers, San Lorenzo, Marseilles, Naples, Venice, Athens, Alexandria, Istanbul.”
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