Skye O'Malley (73 page)

“I’m relieved to know that the lord of Lundy is on my side,” murmured Niall wryly, “but that still does not tell me why the two of you were meeting in secret.”

She sighed. “It began long before we were wed, Niall. After Geoffrey’s death, when Lord Dudley forced himself upon me, I complained to the Queen. In effect Elizabeth gave me to Dudley as a toy, for his pleasure. I will never forgive her for that, for all she is Queen of England. In fact, her authority ought to mean a greater sense of responsibility. I wanted revenge on her and I still do. The privateers who have been harrying this coast since last summer are mine, my O’Malley ships and crews. Adam de Marisco allowed us sanctuary on Lundy, and helped us to dispose of the cargoes.”

“His price for this aid?” Niall managed.

“A percentage of the profits, Niall,” she said sharply, then continued. “In a few days we will take the
Santa Maria Madre de Cristos
, King Philip’s treasure ship meant for Elizabeth. She will never see so much as one gold piece!”

Niall was so stunned that for several minutes he could not speak at all. Various emotions rose and ebbed within him like a tide. Amazement and admiration at her daring. Anger that she should endanger them all in her quest for revenge. Sorrow that he had not been there to protect her from Dudley. He didn’t know whether to kiss her or kill her.

“You can’t beat me,” she said, anticipating him. “I am with child.”

“Good God, woman!” he burst out, and she began to cry. Then Niall started to laugh. “You’re the most impossible female God ever created, Skye. You wage war on England, and still retain all you possess. Did it never occur to you that you might be caught?”

“No!”

“Indeed, and why not?” He was fascinated.

“There is nothing to connect me, de Marisco, or the O’Malleys with any acts of piracy.”

“You’re sure?”

“Aye. My ships fly no flags. My people do not speak, they communicate with whistles and hand signals. The cargoes have been carefully disposed of, and I even pirated two of my own ships last summer to keep suspicion away from me.”

“But Cecil has obviously sent de Grenville to capture the pirates. You can’t take this bait.”

“My fleet sails tonight from Lundy. By the time Dickon and his people meet the
Santa Maria
its cargo will have been long since removed and stored safely in caves on Inishturk. This is my last venture against the Queen, Niall. I swear it.”

“And de Marisco kissing you? I trust that was a last venture as well?”

“He was saying good-bye,” she said softly.

He pulled her into his arms and brushed her lips with his. “When is the child due?”

“Our baby will be born early next winter.”

“There will be no more
adventures
, Skye,” he said sternly. “I want your promise.”

“I must think on it,” she said mischievously.

“Madam, your word!” he thundered.

“Very well, my lord,” she lisped meekly, and he looked at her suspiciously. Skye giggled. “I’m having a necklace and a pair of earrings made from the emeralds taken from the treasure ship. I shall so enjoy flaunting them under the Queen’s nose.”

Niall laughed again. “Impossible!” he said, and kissed her again.

Less than a week later, on Midsummer’s Eve, Skye and Niall stood in the west tower of Lynmouth Castle and watched the celebration bonfires spring up on Lundy. Three, lined up straight in a neat row, told her what she wanted to know. The
Santa Maria Madre de Cristos
had been successfully taken and its cargo was already hidden. A deep satisfaction swept over her. Turning to her husband, she said, and meant, the words he had so eagerly worked to hear.

“I love you, Niall.” With a glad cry he swept her into his arms and kissed her passionately.

The Devon summer was sweeter that year than any summer they remembered. But in London, Elizabeth Tudor fumed with impotent rage. King Philip’s treasure ship had been boldly pirated from under de Grenville’s very nose. The King was both outraged
at the incident and frankly scornful of Elizabeth’s ability to keep order in her own land. This piqued Elizabeth more than the loss of the treasure. She had borrowed heavily from the goldsmiths to finance her household, anticipating the wealth of the treasure ship. Now she was heavily in debt and several of her creditors had already shown they were not intimidated by her royal office.

“Is there no evidence to connect Lady Burke with the piracy, Cecil? Surely there is
something
we can use?” William Cecil had finally confided his suspicions to Elizabeth.

“Madam, there is
nothing
. All the O’Malley ships are where they should be, and there is no evidence of the treasure ship’s cargo anywhere. We searched both Innisfana and Lundy.”

“I want her arrested, Cecil.”

“On what charges, madam?”

Elizabeth whirled to face him and he saw the angry red patches on her white cheeks. “I am the
Queen
, Cecil! I do not need formal charges! Lady Burke has offended me, and I want her in the Tower!”

“Madam!” Cecil was shocked. “This is not like you.”

“Dammit, Cecil, we know she is guilty!”

“We
suspect
, my lady Elizabeth.” He had not spoken to her so familiarly, so gently, since she had become Queen. “We only suspect, and since the
Santa Maria Madre de Cristos
was taken, no other ships have been pirated despite the fact that this is the busiest season for shipping.”

The Queen remained adamant. “I want her in the Tower,” she said. “Perhaps, if we frighten her, we can force her to confess. I need that gold, Cecil! My creditors press me.”

Cecil sighed. If Lady Burke had hated Elizabeth before, she would hate her far more very soon. The Irish were so damned emotional! Offending both the O’Malleys and the Burkes could rouse all of Connaught, starting a conflagration that might spread through Ireland. We don’t need a war in Ireland now, Cecil thought wearily. “What of Lord Burke?” he asked.

“He is to remain in Devon,” said Elizabeth. “He is forbidden to come to London or to go to Ireland. Let him look after that she-wolf’s whelps.”

“The Countess has many admirers, madam. They will not be happy to see her imprisoned unjustly, and the talk could be detrimental to Your Majesty.”

“Then do it secretly, Cecil. Send de Grenville. Since he lost me my ship, let him see if he can redeem himself by delivering the
Countess safely and secretly to the Tower. Tell the governor there is to be no official record of the lady. If no one knows she is in London, and her husband is confined to Devon, then there will be no Court gossip.”

“I do not approve of this, madam,” Cecil tried one more time.

“But you will obey me nevertheless, my lord,” returned Elizabeth.

He nodded. “You are my Queen, and you’ve always learned from your mistakes. I expect you will in this instance, too.” He couldn’t resist making his opinion clear.

The Queen’s head shot up. Cecil’s face was impassive, but was there a hint of a twinkle in his eyes?

The late Devon summer offered promise of a bountiful harvest. Along the roadside late wild roses and Michaelmas daisies fought a territorial war. The haying had long since been done, and the grain lay stacked in the fields. The apple trees were heavy with fruit, some early varieties ready for picking, the later ones not quite ripe. The apple presses would soon be busy turning out Devon’s famous cider.

Into this peaceful setting rode Richard de Grenville, a troupe of the Queen’s own at his back. Dickon was troubled, even horrified, and under orders he did not understand. He had been incredulous when Cecil gave him those orders.

“I know that you like wine, my lord,” said Cecil, “and you’ve been known to be loose-lipped when in your cups.” Here de Grenville flushed guiltily. “It would be most unwise to babble this news, for the Queen wishes total secrecy.” De Grenville had nodded.

Richard de Grenville and his men clattered over the drawbridge and into the courtyard of Lynmouth Castle. He dismounted and made his way into the castle, where he was informed that Lord and Lady Burke were in the small family hall. Arriving there, Dickon stood for a moment, unobserved, looking at Skye and her family. Then his heart contracted. Skye moved, and he could see that she was with child. She sat with Lord Burke. His arm was loosely about her expanded waist, his big hand gently caressing the living mound of her belly. She lay her head back against his shoulder and smiled up at him, a smile of such incredible sweetness that de Grenville thought he would weep. Well, he couldn’t stand there forever. He cleared his throat and stepped noisily into the room.

“Dickon!” she cried. “It’s good to see you!”

Robin and Willow ran to greet him.

“Madam,” Dickon said coldly, without preamble. “I arrest you in the name of the Queen.”

The glad greeting died away. Slowly Niall Burke got to his feet. Though his voice was calm, he could not mask his anger. “If this is a jest, de Grenville, it’s a poor one. My wife can stand no shocks at present.”

“It is no jest, my lord.”

“The charges, sir?”

“I have not been given a list of charges, my lord. My orders are to escort Lady Burke to London as quickly as possible.”

“And when you arrive in London …?”

“The Tower, my lord,” said de Grenville softly.

Skye cried out, and the children clustered about her knees, frightened.

“I will not allow you to remove my wife in her condition. She carries the MacWilliam’s heir.”

“Unless you are prepared to battle the Queen’s guards, my lord, I intend taking her today.”

Niall wore no weapon, but he towered over de Grenville. “Over my dead body, Englishman!”

De Grenville drew his sword and Skye shrieked, “My lords! No!” She got awkwardly to her feet. “Dickon, for pity’s sake, what is this all about?”

“God bear me witness, Skye, I do not know. My orders are to bring you quickly and secretly to London where you are to be lodged in the Tower. Lord Burke, you are forbidden to leave Lynmouth. That is all I was told to say, and it’s truly all I know.”

“You can’t transport a woman who is six months gone with child all the way to London.”

“I have orders, my lord.”

“I can use the traveling coach,” said Skye quietly, and the two men turned to stare at her. “If we go slowly and carefully there should be no danger to my child. I know not why the Queen does this, but if I must go to London to straighten this out then I will. You will give me time to prepare, Dickon? My servants and I will be ready in the morning.”

“You can only take one servant, Skye.”

“Very well,” she said. Then, “Niall, I am tired. Will you escort me? You understand, Dickon, that I prefer to dine alone tonight in my rooms with my husband and children.”

De Grenville mumbled his assent as Niall escorted his wife from the room. In their apartment Skye sent the children off with
Daisy and turned to Niall. “They know nothing,” she said positively. “If they did, Dickon would know the charges.”

“But they’re suspicious,” he said. “Suspicious enough to arrest you.”

“They can prove nothing!” argued Skye firmly. “They will try to frighten me, but they will not succeed. If they had any evidence at all they would be tearing Lynmouth and Lundy apart. They have nothing. The Tudor bitch seeks to outbluff me, but I’m a better opponent than she’s used to dealing with.”

“She can keep you imprisoned as long as she chooses, Skye.”

“I know. You must not disobey her, Niall. You must stay at Lynmouth and watch over Robin and Willow. You must watch over Lynmouth.”

“But how can I help you if I remain here?”

“Adam de Marisco!” she said quietly. “Set two lights in the topmost window of the west tower, one high and one low. Have you got that? He’ll come. You can get word to Ireland through Adam.”

He put his arms about her and buried his face in her beautiful black hair and soft neck. “Skye …” There was such anguish in his voice.

“Do as I ask, Niall. I will not endanger Robin’s inheritance, nor give the Queen an opportunity to steal Southwood’s son from me. Oh, how she would enjoy that, barren stock that she is!”

Helplessly he held her, knowing he had no real part in this war. She had begun it without him, and now it seemed she would end it without him. All he could give her was his love to carry with her into imprisonment.

Supper was a subdued affair. Skye told the children, “You must not be frightened for me. I will come home again. Obey Niall as you would me, for I expect good reports of you.” She then tucked them into bed, kissing each one tenderly. Next she supervised Daisy and the maids with the packing. “Be sure you don’t forget the feather bed,” she reminded them. “It’s cold by the Thames in winter. And Daisy, see that several casks of Burgundy and malmsey are packed into the baggage wagon. I prefer my own wines.” Finally she lay next to Niall, curled spoon fashion against him, and he felt her trembling, heard her soft weeping. He said nothing, only held her close.

When morning came she dressed warmly, pulling her long knitted wool stockings on, following with first a silk and then two lightly spun wool petticoats. Her gown was of heavy dark-blue silk with pearl buttons, long sleeves, and a high neck. Her hooded cloak
was lined in silk and edged in fur. Her short boots were fur-lined. Daisy arranged her thick dark hair in a low chignon.

Skye bid her children good-bye in the privacy of her rooms as she did not want them frightened by the soldiers who would escort her to her coach.

“Why is the Queen arresting you, Mama?” asked Willow again.

“I don’t know, my chick,” she replied. “It is just a misunderstanding. You must not be afraid for me.”

“W-w-will they c-cut off your head,” quavered Robin, close to tears.

“Gracious, no, my darling! Where on earth did you ever get such a grim idea?”

“Willow said that’s what happens to people who go to the Tower,” he answered.

“The Queen was in the Tower once when she was just a Princess. And so was Lord Dudley, and so were any number of people I could name, Robin. None of them had their heads removed.”