Besieged (19 page)
Authors: Bertrice Small
“I stand in awe of your wife, sir,” Kieran Devers responded.
“As we all do,” his father replied dryly. “As we all do. Praise God this wedding is but a few days hence. I do not think I can stand much more of this
tarah
, laddie.”
tarah
, laddie.”
Kieran chuckled. He knew just how his father felt for he felt the same way, although for different reasons. But six days after his brother wed Emily Anne Elliot, he would marry Lady Fortune Lindley in the ancient church at Maguire’s Ford. He longed for that day. He had thought the Leslies overcautious regarding his wedding to Fortune. He had wanted to share his happiness with at least his father, but today he had seen that they were right. William’s infatuation for Fortune made it impossible. He didn’t trust his brother now, for despite the severe put-down he had received, Kieran suspected Willy still harbored feelings for Fortune Lindley. His attitude toward young Emily was only partially sincere. When William Devers learned that his older brother, Kieran, had married the woman he secretly coveted, all hell could break loose. He would have to wait until Willy was safely off on his wedding trip to Dublin before saying a word.
Still, he suddenly found the need to speak with someone, and so he rode to the north edge of the village of Lisnaskea to see his father’s longtime mistress, Molly Fitzgerald, and his two half-sisters. Molly’s home was always referred to as a cottage, but it was in actuality a fine brick house that Shane Devers had built for his mistress. Molly’s old servant, Biddy, opened the door when he knocked, and seeing him her face broke into a wide smile.
“Master Kieran, and ’tis it truly you now? Come in, come in! The mistress will be happy to see you, and so will yer sisters.” She ushered him into the front salon where a good peat fire was burning in the fireplace. “Ye know where the whiskey is, Master Kieran. I’ll go and fetch the mistress.” She bustled out.
He poured himself a whiskey, swallowing it down, for the ride had been chilly. Hearing the door to the salon open he turned with a smile. “Molly, you will forgive me calling unannounced.”
“Always, Kieran Devers, always,” she said in her husky voice. She was a truly beautiful woman with thick dark hair, and warm amber eyes. “The lasses have missed you, but I am told you ride with the English girl at Erne Rock, and meet often at Black Colm’s Hall.”
He laughed. “I had thought we were being discreet, Molly,” he said. “Thank God no one has gossiped aloud lest I be in a great deal of trouble at home. You know she turned Willy down. Well, she didn’t turn me down. Father Butler will marry us on the fifth of October.”
“And your father doesn’t know?” Molly looked concerned.
“How can I say anything right now?” Kieran replied. “William still fancies himself in love with her although she gave him a severe set-down the other day when we met out riding. He now pretends he is content with his cousin, but I know Willy. He still harbors passions for Fortune. We didn’t want to spoil my brother’s wedding by announcing our betrothal. I’ll tell Da when Willy and Emily are safe off on their wedding trip to Dublin. If Da wants to come to our wedding we’ll be glad to see him. If not, then we’ll still be married.”
“I trust your sisters and I will be invited,” Molly Fitzgerald said quietly. She took his hand in hers and led him to an upholstered settle by the fire.
“Of course!” he said, sitting by her side.
“So, Kieran Devers, you’ll be the master of Erne Rock and Maguire’s Ford,” she said. “Her ladyship won’t like that, I fear.”
“Nay, Moll, I’ll not have either Erne Rock or Maguire’s Ford. Fortune’s mother understands the situation here in Ulster. She knows if she gave the estate to Fortune, and I married her, that my stepmother and brother would cause all kinds of difficulty, trying to take those lands away from me because I remain a Catholic. Instead she has arranged for her two youngest sons, Protestants both, to have Maguire’s Ford. Fortune and I will not be remaining in Ulster. We’ll go to England first, and then to the New World. The duchess says there is a gentleman, high in the king’s favor, who is founding a colony for Catholics and others who suffer persecution, in the New World. We will go there to start our new life together.”
“The duke and duchess don’t object to you marrying their lass? I had heard they were strange people; and they say she is a foreigner with a servant who wears a funny white pudding of a hat on his head. Is it all true then, Kieran?”
He chuckled. “The funny hat is called a turban. Adali is half-French, and half-Indian. The duchess was born a princess in another land, and is the daughter of a great king. She came to England when she was sixteen, and has lived here ever since. She’s very beautiful, and very kind. Her husband is a decent gentleman who adores her. Fortune is a daughter of her second marriage. The duchess was widowed twice before she wed the duke of Glenkirk. She has seven living children. Does that satisfy your curiosity, Molly-O?”
“It’s a start,” Molly Fitzgerald replied with a smile. “I hear the duchess is expecting another child.”
“Aye, and quite a surprise it was to her, I can tell you,” he answered with a chuckle. “They plan to remain in Ireland until next summer when the child will have been long born, and be ready to travel.”
“Will you and Fortune remain with them?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. I haven’t been able to go over to Erne Rock and discuss the matter since the family returned home from England. They’ll do whatever needs to be done, Moll, and I’ll have to be satisfied with that for now. It’s rather odd, for I’m used to running my own life.”
“You will again, Kieran. Now, tell me how your da is. I haven’t seen him since he returned. ’Tis the wedding preparations that keep him away, I know. Tell him I miss seeing him, as do the girls.”
“Where are Maeve and Aine?” he asked her.
“In the kitchen learning how to make fine soap,” Molly answered. “I’ll not have them running about the village getting a reputation. There are enough small minds out there who think because I’m not considered respectable, my girls are fair game. My daughters will make respectable marriages, they will!”
“There are few Catholic lads about any longer, Moll,” he said quietly. “You may have to settle for a pair of Protestants, or ship the girls to a convent in France, or Spain.” He grinned at her.
“A convent?” Molly Fitzgerald snorted. “My girls are meant to be wives and mothers. Protestants, or Catholics, I don’t care as long as the banns are read publicly, and the ceremony performed properly before all of Lisnaskea. I want grandchildren from those two!”
“Kieran!”
His two half-sisters burst into the salon. They were pretty girls with long dark hair. Maeve had her mother’s amber eyes, but Aine, the younger, had their father’s bright blue eyes. He kissed them heartily upon the cheeks, and hugged them warmly. Maeve was seventeen now, and a husband should certainly be found for her soon, he thought. She looked ripe for the picking, and he understood Molly’s concern. Aine, however, was just fourteen, and only now growing out of her coltishness. She snuggled next to him on the settle.
His two half-sisters burst into the salon. They were pretty girls with long dark hair. Maeve had her mother’s amber eyes, but Aine, the younger, had their father’s bright blue eyes. He kissed them heartily upon the cheeks, and hugged them warmly. Maeve was seventeen now, and a husband should certainly be found for her soon, he thought. She looked ripe for the picking, and he understood Molly’s concern. Aine, however, was just fourteen, and only now growing out of her coltishness. She snuggled next to him on the settle.
“They say you have a lover,” Aine said.
“Aine!”
Her mother was mortified.
Her mother was mortified.
“Well, they do, Mam,” Aine replied defensively.
“I’m getting married, but you must keep it a secret, Mistress Minx,” Kieran said to his youngest sibling.
“Why?” Aine demanded.
“Because I am marrying Lady Fortune Lindley on October fifth, and you shall be invited only if you behave yourself,” he told her.
“The lass who was to marry William Devers?” Maeve said, surprised.
“The lass who turned down brother Willy,” Kieran said, “but we don’t want to spoil his wedding to Emily Anne Elliot; nor do I want him challenging me to some sort of duel because he still secretly harbors feelings for Fortune.”
“She’s a fickle wench to have toyed with him, and then chosen you,” Maeve remarked scathingly.
“She isn’t fickle at all,” Kieran defended Fortune. “She was brought to Ulster for the purpose of seeing if she and Willy suited each other. She saw they didn’t, and told her parents, who immediately spoke with Da and Lady Jane. They took Willy off to England to prevent any scandal arising, for he was ready to make a fool of himself. Fortune did not lead our brother on, or promise him anything. Willy is infatuated with her, and has behaved like a perfect simpleton. The other day out riding we met her, and he declared himself in love with her. She was forced to tell him exactly how she felt, although she had attempted to spare his feelings in the past. Fortune Lindley is everything I could ever want in a woman, and you will like her.”
“Kieran is in love!” Aine singsonged. “Kieran is in love!”
He grinned at her, and ruffled her dark hair. “Someday you will be in love, Mistress Minx. I am only sorry I won’t be here to see it.” He turned to Maeve who stood by the fire. “Well, Maeve-mine?”
“I don’t often agree with Aine,” came the reply, “but she does seem to be correct. You’re in love, Kieran Devers. Never did I think to see the day that would happen.”
He chuckled. “Anything is possible, Maeve-mine,” he told her. “Why even you might fall in love one day.”
“I don’t believe I have that luxury, brother,” Maeve said seriously. “I must be respectable, and wed a respectable man, or so Mam is constantly telling me, even if she did choose love.”
“I was a respectable widow when yer da came to me,” Molly said spiritedly. “I was a grown woman who knew exactly what she was doing, and what the consequences of her actions would be. Yer a girl, Maeve, with no experience. You’ll do what I tell you, lass, for I’m yer mam, and I’ll tolerate no disobedience from you!”
“Now, lasses, now,” Kieran interceded. “I came to see you, not to bring discord into the house. Tell me, Molly-O, what will you be giving me for my supper? I’m a big man, and I’ve ridden a ways in the chill damp.” He smiled winningly at the older woman.
“You don’t fool me, Kieran Devers,” she said. “Yer nothing but a charmer like yer da. God help yer lass. Will you bring her to see us, and meet yer half-sisters?”
“I will,” he agreed, “but it can’t be until after Willy’s wedding. Today I can remain with you just long enough to eat. Then I must get back up to the hall for my stepmother will be wondering where I have gotten to, and why I was not there to be at her beck and call.”
“ ’Tis to be grand doings, I’m told, by those who have been called into temporary service,” Molly said.
“I wish we could go,” Aine said wistfully.
“Well, we can’t!” Maeve snapped. “The shock would echo around Fermanagh for years should Da’s two pretty bastards appear at the wedding of his most legitimate son and heir. Be grateful Lady Jane hasn’t had us driven out of Lisnaskea, and our mam with us.”
“She wouldn’t do that!” Aine cried, distressed.
“She wouldn’t? She would if it suited her, just like she convinced Da to disinherit Kieran if he didn’t become a Protestant,” Maeve said. “She’s a devil, that one!”
“Enough,” Kieran Devers said quietly. “Maeve-mine, listen to me, for you’re old enough to understand. I didn’t want Mallow Court. If I had, I would have done what was necessary to keep it. Now set your anger aside, lass, and go see what Biddy is fixing for my supper.” He stood, and held out his arms to her.
Maeve flew into them. “Don’t go, Kieran! Don’t leave Ireland, or if you do, take Aine and me with you! Mam holds her hopes and dreams high, but there are none here who would marry Sir Shane’s bastard lasses. We need to make a new life every bit as much as you do!”
Kieran held his half-sister tightly in his embrace, looking over her dark head to Molly. “She could be right, Molly-O,” he said quietly. “If this colony is indeed a safe place, it might be a better place for your two lasses.”
Tears began to roll down Molly Fitzgerald’s face. She nodded slowly. “I have always known that I would end my days alone,” she said to him. “You could be right, Kieran, but would you be willing to take on the responsibility of these two, and what will yer Fortune think?”
“We won’t know until we ask her,” he replied, “but she’s a practical lass, and has a good heart. Let her meet you first, Molly-O, and then we’ll see, eh?”
Chapter
9
9
“M
adame, you look lovely,” the duke of Glenkirk complimented Lady Jane Devers. “What a happy day this is for you, and Sir Shane. I regret my wife canna be wi us, but at this time her condition forbids even a short journey, you understand.” He bowed, and kissed her hand.
adame, you look lovely,” the duke of Glenkirk complimented Lady Jane Devers. “What a happy day this is for you, and Sir Shane. I regret my wife canna be wi us, but at this time her condition forbids even a short journey, you understand.” He bowed, and kissed her hand.
How handsome he was, Jane Devers thought. And so very elegant and distinguished in his bejeweled doublet and black velvet breeches. The tops of his boots were turned down to reveal the broad lace fold of his boot hose. He would add such prestige to the wedding gathering. She smiled, and then her eye swung to his companion.
Fortune curtsied. “What a fine day for a wedding,” she said sweetly. “It was kind of you to include me, madame.”
“How could we not?” Jane Devers said in return, her eye sharply assessing the girl.
She was beautifully garbed in deep purple velvet; the gown was cut very wide on the shoulder with a low neckline and an exquisite broad draped lace collar that extended low on the shoulder. Her sleeves were divided by lavender ribbons into two paned puffs. Fortune’s skirt fell to the floor in loose folds, its fullness towards the back, the skirt open to display a cream-colored petticoat delicately embroidered with gold-thread butterflies and daisies. Her red hair was coiled into a knot at the nape of her neck, a single lovelock tied with a lavender silk ribbon. She wore a long rope of perfectly matched pearls and pear-shaped amethyst earbobs. She was supremely fashionable, certainly more so than any other woman guest; and yet her garb was not ostentatious, nor was it so splendid that it would draw attention away from the bride.
Lady Jane Devers had to admit that it would appear young Lady Lindley had dressed with utmost propriety. And, her manner was most discreet. Her hand rested upon her stepfather’s arm, her eyes modestly lowered. In a way it galled Jane Devers that Fortune would appear so perfect to their guests. She had hoped people would not wonder why such a paragon had turned her son’s proposal of marriage down. It could reflect badly on them all, but there was nothing she could do about it now, worse luck! She smiled as the duke and Fortune moved on, and turned to greet the next guests.
The wedding itself was to be held in the main salon of Mallow Court as the church at Lisnaskea was too small to contain all the guests who had been invited. The bride was lovely in her rose satin, taffeta, and lace gown. Her head was topped with a wreath of delicate Michaelmas daisies. The groom was somber in his sky blue velvet suit. There was an almost sullen look upon his handsome face although the bride smiled constantly, obviously unable to contain herself. Her responses were clear. His, muttered and low. When the couple were finally pronounced man and wife, the guests cheered. William Devers dutifully kissed his new wife.
Fortune felt absolutely no regret at the union. Her eyes were fixed upon Kieran, elegant in forest green velvet that matched his eyes. She could barely wait until they could be alone. It had been so long. She sighed aloud, and then blushed at James Leslie’s chuckle.
“Easy, lassie,” he cautioned her, having noted the direction her gaze was taking. “You’ve managed to be circumspect for weeks now. Dinna gie the game up now when the finish line is so near.”
“Papa!”
Her cheeks felt so warm.
Her cheeks felt so warm.
“Discretion, my lady Lindley,” he said softly. “We hae to remain here until next summer. I want nae feuds between our families.”
“And you don’t think our marriage will cause ill will?” she asked him, almost mockingly.
“They’ll nae be happy at first, I agree, but we’ll work around them, lassie, especially as yer husband will nae hae Maguire’s Ford,” the duke responded. “You know the truth of what Lady D. really wanted.”
The wedding feast had been set up in Mallow Court’s grand dining room, which had once been the house’s Great Hall. Servants hurried to and fro carrying platters of salmon, beef, capons, ducks, and small game birds. There were hams, and plates of lamb chops; artichokes swimming in white wine, braised lettuces, bowls of peas with shredded mint, breads, sweet crocks of butter, fine English cheddar, and soft French cheeses. The goblets were kept filled with the best wine that the Deverses had been able to import. Some of the men grumbled that there was no ale, but Lady Devers did not consider ale a refined beverage.
The guests thoroughly enjoyed themselves, and toast after toast was raised to the newlyweds. A bridal cake, decorated in spun sugar, was carried in to much cheering. This was quite an unusual luxury, but Lady Devers had learned while in England that it was the latest and most fashionable extravagance at important weddings. It was therefore imperative that such a cake be served at her only son’s marriage feast.
Now the guests were invited to partake in the dancing in the large salon where the marriage ceremony had been celebrated. The furniture had been cleared from the room while they ate, and a dais for the musicians had been set up at one end of the room. In the corners at the opposite end of the chamber were painted screens behind which the guests would find the necessary chairs and chamber pots for their convenience. The dances at first were mostly country style; the dancers executed the steps either holding hands in a circle, or in a line. Lady Devers, frowning, spoke with the musicians, and they began to play a spritely galliard.
Kieran Devers led Fortune out onto the floor. His hand was warm in hers, and their eyes met in silent passion. The music for the galliard was bright and quick. Only the young people danced. All but the bride and groom. Williams Devers glared at his brother and Fortune. He had not been forced to notice her until now. But as she flaunted herself before him with his brother, he could not help but stare. Her bosom was so white against the purple and lace of her gown. How he desired her!
“Who is that beautiful girl dancing with your brother?” his bride asked him innocently.
“Lady Lindley,” William replied tersely.
“Oh,”
Emily Devers said softly. Her mother had been most honest in explaining the situation with Lady Lindley before she would allow her daughter to accept her cousin William’s proposal of marriage. William Devers had asked Lady Lindley to be his wife, and she had turned him down. He had been most distraught over her refusal, Mistress Elliot told her daughter. It was possible he still loved her.
Emily Devers said softly. Her mother had been most honest in explaining the situation with Lady Lindley before she would allow her daughter to accept her cousin William’s proposal of marriage. William Devers had asked Lady Lindley to be his wife, and she had turned him down. He had been most distraught over her refusal, Mistress Elliot told her daughter. It was possible he still loved her.
“I will make him forget,” Emily Anne had answered her parent with the pure innocence of youth. But now seeing her one-time rival in the flesh, the new Mistress Devers was not at all certain that she could make William forget the beauteous and fascinating Fortune Lindley. Emily Anne felt the beginnings of jealousy starting to gnaw at her vitals.
The galliard was over. Fortune laughed up into Kieran Devers’s face with delight. He was an excellent dancer, she had discovered to her enjoyment. Her own visage was flushed with her exertion, and her cheeks pink. The neat coil of hair at the nape of her neck had become undone, allowing the flaming red-gold curls to tumble down her back in a most disorderly fashion.
“You are so beautiful,” he said, bending to whisper the compliment in her ear. “Were I not an honorable man I should take you off into a dark corner, and make love to you, my darling.”
Fortune blushed deeper with the pleasure his words gave her.
The musicians took up their instruments once again. The notes of the gracious and courtly pavane sounded. Kieran caught Fortune’s hand in his again, and they danced, suddenly so absorbed in each other that they were oblivious to anyone else in the salon. They were so absolutely perfect together that the other guests stopped dancing, stepping back as the young couple swayed with the elegant steps of the dance.
Her head was turned looking up at him. Her face was alight with her love for him. Her blue-green eyes glittered like fine jewels. Her lips were slightly parted, and there was a faint, secret smile upon them. His dark head, turned towards hers, was bent so low that their mouths were close to touching. They twisted and turned with every nuance and beat of the sensuous music; their bodies curled gracefully into each other with the dance. As he gazed upon her his love was unmistakable, his passion palpable. They were one, and the obviousness of it swept through the salon like a brush fire.
Jesu!
James Leslie thought looking at them. The secret will be out now for certain. His eyes swung to the bridegroom, and as he saw the look of sudden realization and naked fury upon the younger man’s face, it dawned upon the duke of Glenkirk that he was unarmed.
James Leslie thought looking at them. The secret will be out now for certain. His eyes swung to the bridegroom, and as he saw the look of sudden realization and naked fury upon the younger man’s face, it dawned upon the duke of Glenkirk that he was unarmed.
Then William Devers’ voice broke the magic that had surrounded them all, stopping the music with his venom.
“You bastard!”
he snarled. “You lying bastard! You have wanted her all along though you denied it!
I could kill you!”
“You bastard!”
he snarled. “You lying bastard! You have wanted her all along though you denied it!
I could kill you!”
“William!” his father’s stern voice warned.
“If I couldn’t have her, why should you?” William Devers said, his tone anguished. He was almost weeping.
Jane Devers thought she would die then and there so acute was her embarrassment. Now all of Fermanagh, nay all of Ulster, would be gossiping with this outrageous scandal.
“You bitch!”
William cried, his anger rising again to encompass Fortune. “You led me on, and all the while you were whoring after my brother!”
William cried, his anger rising again to encompass Fortune. “You led me on, and all the while you were whoring after my brother!”
The guests’ heads snapped back and forth between the trio. Kieran Devers had remained silent in the face of his brother’s charges. Fortune, however, was not so restrained.
“How dare you, sir?” she said in her most regal tones. Her voice was scathing, and dripping with contempt. Then she turned away from him and walked over to Emily Devers, who stood pale and trembling. She spoke more gently to the girl. “Madame, I apologize that my presence has upset your wedding day. I shall withdraw now in the hope that normalcy may be restored to this festive gathering.” Then Fortune curtsied, her violet skirts brushing the parquet floor.
James Leslie was immediately at his stepdaughter’s side. He bowed to the bride, to Lady Jane and Sir Shane, but he said not a word, and his look was stern. Then he led Fortune from the salon, his large hand laid comfortingly over hers, which she had placed on his velvet-clad arm.
When William made to follow, Kieran Devers reached out, and grasped his younger brother by the arm. His strong fingers dug into his sibling’s flesh. “Are you not satisfied, Willy, to have broken young Emily’s heart, and spoiled her wedding day with your obsession?” he said low through gritted teeth. “Go and apologize to your wife, or she’ll be widowed before you can have her virginity, for I’ll kill you myself to restore the family’s honor, which you do not seem to care about at all.” His head turned, and he signaled to the musicians to begin to play again. They took up a lively reel, and Kieran Devers shoved his brother toward his bride. Then he walked over to where his stepmother stood, ashen, and kissing her hand led her out onto the floor. “Come, madame,” he said softly to her, “and let us try and smooth over this discomfiture that your son has brought upon us all.” For the first time in his life he actually felt sorry for her, Kieran thought.
“Oh, Kieran, do you think we can?” Jane Devers whispered, her voice tremulous.
“We must, madame,”
he told her sternly.
he told her sternly.
Sir Shane, over his initial shock, bowed to Emily’s mother. “Shall we join the dancers, ma’am, and allow our children to settle this foolish matter?” He led the abashed Mistress Elliot onto the floor to join the circle of dancers that was now forming. Her husband, with not a backward glance at his daughter and her bridegroom, chose a nearby lady, leading her off to join them.
Bride and groom were now alone in their corner of the room. “She has bewitched you,” Emily Anne said calmly to William. “I can see that, my poor dear. She must be a very wicked girl, but I love you, William. I will help you to overcome her sorcery if you will but allow me.” Standing on her tiptoes she leaned over and kissed his cheek. “You will never have to see her again. Tomorrow we shall leave on our wedding trip down to Dublin. When we return your mama will see that Lady Lindley is not allowed at Mallow Court any longer, or at any gathering which we may attend. I was shocked by her open, and most lewd behavior with your brother.” She patted his cheek gently. “I think we must see that Kieran is no longer welcome here either, eh? Your mother has been very generous in her tolerance of his presence, but he will not change, and we cannot have a Catholic about influencing our children, my dear. After all, one day this will be your house. He would have to go then at any rate. Everything is going to be just fine, dearest. We shall have a perfect and happy life together.”
He stared at her, astounded. He had not realized how strong-willed she was until this moment. Still, he suddenly realized he needed her strength. “Emily,” he began, “I am so sorry.”
She stopped his mouth with her slender fingers. “It is forgotten, William dearest. You were led on, and bewitched by a noblewoman of loose morals. It was before our marriage and, therefore, of no importance to me at all. While I do not generally approve of public displays of affection, I think it would help to put our guests at ease if you would kiss me on the lips, my dear. Then we will join the dancing.” She held her pretty face up to him.
He kissed her tenderly, and in leisurely fashion. Emily was right, he thought. Fortune had indeed bewitched him. She was a wicked and libertine bitch, who probably had no more control over her lustful desires toward his brother than she had had over her quick tongue. “You are the perfect wife for me, Emily dear,” he told her as their lips parted. “And you have said a great deal that makes sense to me. Kieran must indeed leave Mallow Court. He is every bit as wicked as
that woman.
I do not want him around the children we will have.” Then, daringly, he kissed her again, and she blushed prettily. “Thank you for forgiving me, my dearest wife,” he said, and then he led her out to join the dancers.
that woman.
I do not want him around the children we will have.” Then, daringly, he kissed her again, and she blushed prettily. “Thank you for forgiving me, my dearest wife,” he said, and then he led her out to join the dancers.
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