Souls Aflame (8 page)

“Perhaps you could melt my heart of iron.” He cocked his head to one side, a smile playing on his lips as his dark eyes twinkled mischievously. “But I will go now and let you rest. We’ll meet again.”

He paused at the door. “Remember. Shad Harky’s fate is in your hands, not mine. Send me a message when you decide what that fate will be.”

And then he was gone. Julie stared at the closed door, trembling. He
had
aroused her. There was no denying that fact, just as she could not deny that she found him quite handsome. Still, there was something about him that incensed her to the point of near-hysterical rage. It was best, she decided, that she remain secluded, for she would not relish another encounter with him.

Her mother heard the sound of the bottle shattering against the wall and hurried in from her own cabin. She burst into the room, looking over her shoulder with wide, curious eyes, then faced Julie and cried, “What’s going on here? And who was that big man?” She saw the glass on the floor. “Did you have a fight with him? I’ll send for Mr. Garris, and he’ll see that the captain puts a stop to these intrusions…”

“That
was
the captain,” Julie murmured feebly, leaning back against the pillows. She felt so weak and lightheaded and something warned her that it was not just from the captain’s kiss. A hot fever seemed to be engulfing her, and her stomach began to knot and heave.

Her mother opened the door to take another look, but Derek Arnhardt had disappeared. “
That
was Captain Arnhardt? He’s a fine figure of a man. I had no idea he was so handsome.” She turned back to Julie. “But what happened between you two, dear? Did you have a fight?”

She was not about to tell her of the kiss that seemed to have ignited her body into one giant flame. “We had words,” was the only explanation she would give. “Please, Mother, let me rest now. I don’t feel at all well.”

Her mother moved to touch her forehead with the back of her hand, then stepped back, aghast. “You have a fever. I’m going to send for that ship’s doctor and let him look at you again.”

Feeling dizzier with each passing moment, Julie held up a limp hand in protest, but her mother was already scurrying from the cabin.

Everything was whirling about, becoming coated in a veil of dim, multi-colored lights and swirling currents that dipped her body up and down, making her even more nauseated. She reached out to grip the sides of her bed but only flailed wildly at the air.

A chill began, slowly at first, then moved to rattle her bones as her body contorted with spasms of cold. Her teeth chattered, and she huddled beneath the blankets, jerking and twisting from head to toe as she struggled to focus her eyes in the ever-tightening cloak of oblivion wrapping itself around her.

She was only dimly aware of people entering the cabin, of the chatter of concerned voices. From far, far away, a man was saying, “Yes’m, she’s got the fever. It hits sudden-like, and she’s got it right smart bad. Not much we can do except keep her warm and try to keep broth going in her so she won’t get too weak…”

The sound faded. There was only a giant roaring in her ears that grew louder, louder, pulling, suddenly snatching at her. The shivering stopped, and in its place came a wave of heat pressing down, smothering her, drawing the breath from her body. She was fighting to stay afloat on a sea of fire, dimly frightened, feeling that at any moment her flesh would erupt into crackling flames.

Out of the darkness an unseen hand was reaching to coax her away from her suffering…and Julie held out weak arms to grasp that hand…grateful for escape…

Chapter Five

The invisible mammoth fingers opened, releasing her from their grasp. Julie was free. She had returned. She opened her eyes wearily, with great effort. She had an intense feeling of being drained physically and emotionally, as though she had been on a long, long journey.

But where was she now?

It came back slowly, heavily. The ship…on the way to Bermuda…then on to England and marriage…her cabin…no, not her cabin. This one was a bit larger and furnished differently. The bed on which she lay was longer. There were two portholes instead of one. A bigger desk occupied one side of the room, and it was covered with stacks of papers. Straining to see, she realized the papers appeared to be charts or maps of some sort.

There was a table, two chairs, a lantern hanging from a hook in the ceiling. Austere, sparse, almost harsh in decor.

She pushed back the blankets, which were like a giant weight upon her, and sat up, swinging about to gingerly test her feet against the rough-hewn wood floor. The ship was moving; she could feel the chugging steamer cutting through the waters. They were not in port, but she had a sense of time having passed…a lot of time.

She noted with distaste that the muslin gown she wore was stained, and her hair felt limp and dirty.

She stood on wobbly legs, then slowly shuffled over to stare at her reflection in the mirror which hung on the opposite wall. Gaunt, shadowy eyes stared back, with deep, dark circles beneath them. Her complexion was pale and sallow, her lips parched and swollen. She shuddered at the sight.

The door swung open. She spun around in surprise and started to topple forward from weakness. Derek Arnhardt stepped up quickly to grab her elbows and steady her.

He smiled, his eyes mirroring concern. “So you’re awake at last. Here, let me help you back to bed. You’re still weak, as you’ve probably discovered by now, and you’ve got no business being up and about.”

She did not protest, but once he had tucked her snugly back into bed, she erupted with questions. “Where am I? This isn’t my cabin. How long have I been asleep?”

He chuckled softly. “You’ve been more than asleep. You’ve had the fever, and quite a case, I’m afraid. You gave us all a fright. The good doctor Jenkins cared for you, along with your mother. Then the two of them were stricken. I decided it best to quarantine that deck, and since there was no one else I could risk having exposed in order to look after you, I had you brought here. This is my cabin.”

He went on to quickly assure her that her mother had not been quite so sick and didn’t need constant care. “When I tell her you’re awake and the fever’s finally broken, she’ll be in to visit.

“We were worried for awhile there you might not make it.” He winked. “What a pity ’twould have been to dump you overboard to feed the fishes, though I would’ve envied them such a delectable morsel.”

It was all coming back to her—that night on deck when Shad Harky attacked her, the scene with Captain Arnhardt when he kissed her. She felt her face flaming with the memory of her aroused passion. But strangely, she felt no animosity toward him now. After all, she supposed he had saved her life.

“How long before we get to Bermuda?” she asked, reaching up self-consciously to push at her mussed hair. “I’ve caused so much trouble on your ship, I suppose you’ll be glad to be rid of me.”

“A few days yet. And yes, it will be a relief to have you and your mother delivered to your destination. By the way, that old Negress you brought on board with you was taken ill too. I hear she’s slowly recovering.”

Julie nodded. “Thank you for all your help…and concern.”

“Under different circumstances, I’d be charmed by your company, but you’ve been a big responsibility. Now then, suppose I have the cook bring in some food. You’re probably starving. I wasn’t able to get much broth into you.”

Julie murmured that she would like something to eat, and then she looked at him,
really
looked at him, and realized he was bare-chested. Never had she seen a man who exuded such strength. Despite her weakness, she had to restrain her desire to reach out and touch that massive, handsome chest.

A wave of guilt moved over her as she realized there was a warm tingling in her loins at his nearness.

He leaned over her, and for a moment she tensed, sure that he was about to kiss her again. Instead he touched his lips briefly to her forehead, then straightened and said, “Yes, I believe the fever is gone. That’s the way my mother always checked to see if I had a fever when I was a child.” He smiled slightly.

“Your mother…” Julie blurted out. “I’ve had such a vision of you, Captain, that I never pictured you as a child with a mother, only as a cruel, domineering man filled with bitterness and hate.”

“Oh, I had a mother, Julie.” He raised an eyebrow. “I hope you don’t mind the familiarity of me calling you by your first name. After all, while you were delirious, we talked a lot, and whether you know it or not, we’ve become quite close.”

He went on. “As I was saying…yes, I did have a mother,
and
a father. I grew up in Wilmington, North Carolina and had a happy, normal childhood as the only son of a fisherman. I suppose I had a lust for the sea from the time I could walk, and even when my father was lost at sea during a storm, I still knew what my future destiny would be: to have my own ship. My dream came true, and I had a nice fishing business going till the war came along. Now I find myself a blockade runner.”

He paused to push her hair back from her face with a sudden display of tenderness. “I have a sister somewhere. She married young, shortly after my mother finally grieved herself to death over my father’s tragic end. Selma and her husband moved west and settled there. I suppose she’s written to me, but I haven’t been home in quite a while.”

“I have a brother,” Julie said quickly. “His name is Myles, and—”

“I know all about Myles,” the captain interrupted, watching as her eyes widened with surprise. Then he informed her that she had told him all about her brother. “I’m sorry to hear that he was forced to run away. You also told me about your father, how he died.”

Julie was stunned, speechless. She opened and closed her parched lips, but no sound would come. How could she have divulged such deep, dark secrets? The fever must have made her insane, forcing out the things she kept locked deep inside.

“And if you’re wondering whether or not you told me about the truth of your impending marriage to Virgil Oates,” he continued, further shocking her, “you left nothing out, I can assure you.”

Her cry was barely audible: “Oh, my God…”

He paused at the door and gave her a penetrating look with those smoldering eyes. “I took care of you as best I could, Julie. And by the way, what I heard was true. You
do
have a lovely body.”

He was out the door and gone before she could vent her quick flash of anger. The nerve, she thought, regaining her strength as fury charged through her veins. He had the gall to make such a remark, to remind her of her feverish ramblings.

Oh, would they never get to Bermuda? she fumed. Would she never be out of the company of this man? Besides, she did not like the way her body betrayed her, the way he made her feel, all warm and glowing and tingling with emotions she did not quite understand.

He was every inch a man, and just being near him reminded her that she was a woman. She did not like the feelings he aroused…not at all.

A short while later, her mother came with a tray of cooked beans and potatoes that had been simmered into some kind of palatable stew. Julie ate ravenously and sipped at a mug of hot tea while her mother clucked over her anxiously, wanting to be reassured that she was indeed going to be all right.

“We were all so scared. You gave us such a fright.” She repeated the earlier words of the captain. “And he was so good to you, dear. I didn’t like it when you were moved in here, but I was so sick I couldn’t care for you any longer. Mr. Garris said the captain didn’t sleep a wink for several days and nights. He just hovered over you constantly, afraid to leave you alone for a second.”

Afraid he would miss something I said in my feverish ravings,
Julie thought with silent ire which overcame any appreciation she might have felt for his solicitude.

She noticed that her mother had not regained any color in her face. “Are you sure you’re all right now?” she asked anxiously. “You don’t look well, Mother.”

The answering smile was wan, weak. “Yes, I’m all right. I suppose I’m tired of being on board ship; I might as well get used to it, though, hadn’t I? We’ve quite a ways to go after we reach Bermuda.”

“Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea, our going to England. Maybe we should’ve just remained in Savannah. Virgil and I could have been married there.”

“No, I agree that it’s best we left. Maybe by spring the war will be over, and we can all go home—and Myles will be there.”

Julie saw her mother’s eyes glistening with tears. “Let’s just hope and pray Virgil can use his influence to bring him home,” she said wistfully. “The way things are now, we both know he wouldn’t even get a fair trial.”

Her mother nodded in agreement. “We both know that nigra working in the tavern told Lionel he saw the whole thing, that those men drew on Myles first, but could we have expected anything different than for the others to say Myles just shot them down in cold blood? They all hate him because his sympathies aren’t with the South.”

“He just wanted to stay out of the war.” Julie patted her lovingly. “Let’s don’t think about it, Mother. Surely things will change once the war is over.”

But Julie did not believe her own words. Their only source of faith would have to be Virgil’s promise that he would do everything in his power to straighten the matter out. Until the war ended, there was not much use in his even trying, though he had assured them that he would do what he could.