Authors: Bertrice Small
Besieged (35 page)
“What is it?” the duke asked his wife.
Jasmine looked to her daughter, anguished. “Rois has been found in the garden where she was with the children. She was unconscious. Brendan was safe in his basket asleep, but Aine is missing.”
“Oh, God!” Fortune cried, jumping up.
“Is Rois conscious yet?” the duke demanded of Adali.
“She is coming around, my lord, but the blow to her head was a hard one. ’Tis fortunate she wasn’t killed, I think. We have carried her into the house, and Polly is sitting with her. Brendan yet slumbers.”
“Sir Christian Denby,” Fortune said angrily. “I shall kill him when I find him,
and I will!”
and I will!”
“What?” her mother said. “What is this you say, Fortune?”
“Aine has been stolen by Sir Christian Denby. I am certain of it! All he has done in the time we have been acquainted with him is fret that my daughter would be raised a Catholic. The man is a fanatic, Mama. You, yourself, recognized that.”
“You canna accuse him wiout proof, lass,” the duke told her.
“What kind of proof would you have me bring before you, Papa? My instinct tells me it is Sir Christian. Who else would take Aine?
And why?
Are the women of this region so bereft of bairns that they would dare to steal mine? Or perhaps you think it gypsies? There have been none hereabouts.
It is that man!
Every fiber of my being tells me this is so, Papa. You must mount a party of your men at once and find him, and my child,” Fortune said angrily. “I will ride with you.”
And why?
Are the women of this region so bereft of bairns that they would dare to steal mine? Or perhaps you think it gypsies? There have been none hereabouts.
It is that man!
Every fiber of my being tells me this is so, Papa. You must mount a party of your men at once and find him, and my child,” Fortune said angrily. “I will ride with you.”
“Your daughter is most certainly correct,” Johnathan Kira said quietly. “My lord, if you will allow me to speak. There have been rumors about this man for some time now.”
“Rumors of what sort?” the duke asked.
“Infants, and small children, my lord. Catholic, Anglican, even a Jew or two, all who have disappeared while Sir Christian Denby was in the vicinity. Usually these have been the children of unimportant people who had neither the power, the authority, or the wealth to complain or seek their children out. It is said these children are placed with loyal Puritan families to be raised
properly.
I believe Lady Fortune’s instincts to be absolutely correct in this particular instance. With your, with her permission, I should like to ride over to Oakley to speak with the gentleman in question.”
properly.
I believe Lady Fortune’s instincts to be absolutely correct in this particular instance. With your, with her permission, I should like to ride over to Oakley to speak with the gentleman in question.”
“What can ye do to help us?” the duke demanded.
“Let us say, my lord, that I may have a small influence with Sir Christian. Time is of the essence, my lord. He will not have yet had time to dispose of your granddaughter. There are no Puritan families in the near vicinity. He will have to take her somewhere else. It is too late in the day for him to begin his travels, my lord. Let me help, if indeed I can.”
Before James Leslie might say another word, Fortune said, “Go, Master Kira. Go now, and bring my daughter back.”
Johnathan Kira bowed politely to Fortune, and then, turning, hurried from the hall.
James Leslie smiled a cynical smile as he watched the man go. The Kiras were an amazing family. He didn’t doubt for a moment that if Sir Christian Denby had Aine in his custody, she would be returned to them this very night. “Adali,” he called. “Send some of the men to escort Master Kira, and give him the protection he may need.”
With a matching smile of irony, Adali moved quickly to obey.
Johnathan Kira was not surprised to shortly find himself amid a troop of Leslie clansmen. He nodded politely to their captain, and then continued silently on his way. He was a tall, spare man of indeterminate age with dark hair, a dark beard, and fine dark eyes. He wore dark clothing of a most fashionable cut. Those who did not know his smile found him rather intimidating. It was a trait that served him well. Within the hour he was at the front door of Oakley Hall. Dismounting he ordered his companions to await him, and then knocked loudly upon the door.
The door was opened by a liveried servant. “Take me to your master,” he said sternly.
Cowed by Johnathan Kira’s air of authority the servant obeyed, showing the dark-clothed visitor into his master’s library. Just as they entered the room the cry of a child was heard from above stairs.
Johnathan Kira smiled knowingly to himself, and pushing the servant back into the passageway he closed the library door behind him, saying as he did, “Good evening, Sir Christian.”
His host looked up, startled, then jumped up from his chair where he had been reading a tract on the Bible. “Kira! What are you doing here? My loan is not yet due. I will pay you when it is.”
“I have come for Aine Devers, Sir Christian,” Johnathan Kira said without dissembling. “Give me the child to return to her family, and you and I will have no difficulty.”
“I do not know what you mean,” Sir Christian said, not looking directly at his uninvited guest.
“Ahh,” Johnathan Kira replied, “you are going to be foolish. How lamentable. You are fortunate the maidservant is not dead, only injured, else you would hang for murder. If you had taken her child, there would have been far less of an outburst, for the little boy is a Catholic of two Irish parents. Aine Devers, no matter her religion, is the grandchild of a duke, and the niece of several wealthy noblemen, one of whom is the king’s nephew. You cannot hope to get away with this particular kidnapping.”
“Get out of my house!” Sir Christian blustered.
“Your house?”
Johnathan Kira laughed darkly. “Until you pay us back, Sir Christian Denby, it is not your house. I am well within my right, Jew I may be, to call in the loan we have made you. If I do, what will you have then? A worthless title, a mountain of debts, and nothing else. Is your possession of this child worth all of that? How will you help your fellow Puritans to lobby against the king if I strip you of the small power you possess right now through us? Fetch the child at once, and give her to me. If you do not, I shall open the door of this house to the duke’s men who have accompanied me this night. They will search, and they will find the child, whom I have already heard crying on an upper floor. Then the matter becomes a public one, and you, sir, are ruined.
If,
however, you give me the child now, the matter remains private, and we will not call your loan in for some time to come. I have said all I will on the matter. Bring me the child!”
Johnathan Kira laughed darkly. “Until you pay us back, Sir Christian Denby, it is not your house. I am well within my right, Jew I may be, to call in the loan we have made you. If I do, what will you have then? A worthless title, a mountain of debts, and nothing else. Is your possession of this child worth all of that? How will you help your fellow Puritans to lobby against the king if I strip you of the small power you possess right now through us? Fetch the child at once, and give her to me. If you do not, I shall open the door of this house to the duke’s men who have accompanied me this night. They will search, and they will find the child, whom I have already heard crying on an upper floor. Then the matter becomes a public one, and you, sir, are ruined.
If,
however, you give me the child now, the matter remains private, and we will not call your loan in for some time to come. I have said all I will on the matter. Bring me the child!”
“Devil’s spawn!” snarled Sir Christian. “You dirty Jews are all the devil’s own!” Then he pushed past Johnathan Kira, saying brusquely, “Follow me, and you shall have what you came for this night!”
With a small smile of triumph Johnathan Kira walked after his host who, going to the foot of the house stairs in the square entry foyer, called up to some nameless soul to bring the baby down to him. The order was quickly obeyed, and a serving woman came into view carrying Aine Devers.
Sir Christian took the baby roughly from the woman, and thrust her into Johnathan Kira’s arms. “Here is the child who is now doomed to roast in eternal hellfire!” he spat at his antagonist.
“Thank you,” Johnathan Kira said calmly. “And if you read your Bible correctly, Sir Christian, you would discover that we Jews are called God’s
chosen
people. It is also a fact that Yushua of Nazareth, whom you call Jesus, was also a Jew. Good evening to you, sir.” Johnathan Kira walked from the house with his prize, and handed her up to the Leslie captain. “Let us return to Queen’s Malvern now,” he said. Then he chucked the baby under the chin. “You have had quite an adventure, little one,” he remarked. “Well, you are safe now, and on your way home to your mother, praise Yahweh!”
chosen
people. It is also a fact that Yushua of Nazareth, whom you call Jesus, was also a Jew. Good evening to you, sir.” Johnathan Kira walked from the house with his prize, and handed her up to the Leslie captain. “Let us return to Queen’s Malvern now,” he said. Then he chucked the baby under the chin. “You have had quite an adventure, little one,” he remarked. “Well, you are safe now, and on your way home to your mother, praise Yahweh!”
“Ma-ma!” Aine said forlornly. “Ma-ma.”
He smiled a kindly smile at her, transforming his usually severe features. “Yes, Mistress Aine. You are going home to your mama.”
They rode back through the spring twilight, the smells of newly turned earth, early blooming bushes, and flowers, cleansing the air and tickling their nostrils. Fortune was awaiting them at the door, and snatched her child down from the captain’s arms, clutching Aine to her bosom, and sobbing softly.
“Ma-ma!” Aine’s small voice was now happy.
“Aye, baby, I am your mama, and you are safe home.” She kissed Aine’s red head. Then her eyes went to Johnathan Kira. “Your son need only come aboard the
Cardiff Rose
with his personal supplies of food. Everything else he will need will be supplied for him, I promise you. You will transfer immediately one quarter of my funds to his care, Master Kira. And when we are settled in Mary’s Land, another quarter is to be transferred. The other half I will leave here in England. You and your son will have my everlasting friendship for what you have done this night. But how?”
Cardiff Rose
with his personal supplies of food. Everything else he will need will be supplied for him, I promise you. You will transfer immediately one quarter of my funds to his care, Master Kira. And when we are settled in Mary’s Land, another quarter is to be transferred. The other half I will leave here in England. You and your son will have my everlasting friendship for what you have done this night. But how?”
“Sir Christian inherited a tumbled-down house, my lady, with his title, but nothing more. He needed funds to restore the house, and invest in a venture that would make him independent enough that he might attract a wife with a good dowry. He came to the Kiras, and now he is in our debt. He had to decide whether he would lose everything he had gained this night, or return your child. Fortunately he chose wisely.”
They walked back into the house. “Thank God you were here with us else I might never have regained my daughter without violence,” Fortune said softly. She kissed the baby again, and handed her to Rohana to put to bed.
“Your serving woman?”
“She regained consciousness, and told us that Sir Christian and another man, probably his servant, had attacked her. The first blow they hit her with did not render her unconscious, and she saw them. She tried to scream, and they hit her a second time, but she recognized them,” Fortune explained. “She will, with rest, be all right, thank God. I do not know how I would have told her Kevin if anything had happened to her. Come into the hall and have a goblet of wine. You can have it, can’t you?”
“In my own cup,” he chuckled.
“How long have our families been associated?” Fortune asked him curiously. “It has been many years, hasn’t it?”
“Aye,” he told her. “Your stepfather’s revered ancestress, a great and powerful woman, made friends with my revered ancestress, Esther Kira. The two women aided each other in many ways, and through the influence of one, the other grew powerful and wealthy, too. That, I am told, is how it all began over a century ago. Then your mother’s grandmother began dealing with us, and we found that she, too, was a woman of great intellect, honor, and ethics. That was over seventy years ago. Then parts of the two families intertwined in marriage, continuing to deal with the Kiras. It has, my lady, been a successful collaboration.”
“May it continue to be so in the New World,” Fortune told him sincerely with a smile.
“Amen,” Johnathan Kira intoned. “Amen to that, my lady.”
Chapter
17
17
O
nce again Fortune stood at the rail of the
Cardiff Rose
watching with interest as the landscape of her new homeland came into view. The beauty of it was so incredible that she almost wept. There was this strong feeling of belonging that she had never before experienced. Kieran had been right.
This was home.
It was unlike anything she had ever before seen. The bays through which they now sailed were huge. The waters very, very blue. Above her the sun shone in a cloudless sky. How different from their departure from England a month and a half ago.
nce again Fortune stood at the rail of the
Cardiff Rose
watching with interest as the landscape of her new homeland came into view. The beauty of it was so incredible that she almost wept. There was this strong feeling of belonging that she had never before experienced. Kieran had been right.
This was home.
It was unlike anything she had ever before seen. The bays through which they now sailed were huge. The waters very, very blue. Above her the sun shone in a cloudless sky. How different from their departure from England a month and a half ago.
The late spring day had been gray and rainy, and Fortune Lindley Devers had found herself suddenly afraid. She stood with her mother, and the only father she had ever known upon the ship’s deck prior to their departure. Jasmine’s eyes were red with evidence of weeping although she now seemed calm and in control of herself. Even James Leslie was unusually silent as he held Aine in his arms.
“We’ll have to cast off soon, Cousin,” Ualtar O’Flaherty said as he joined them. “The tide will shortly be with us.” Then he moved away to give them the privacy they so obviously needed.
“Ye’ll come back one day to see us,” James Leslie said suddenly.
Fortune felt the tears pricking at her eyelids. “I don’t think so, Papa,” she told him. “I am not brave, or venturesome, like Mama and India. Once I cross the ocean safely, I shall remain where I am, I fear. Remember,” she said, giving him a weak smile, “I am the practical and sensible daughter.”
“If you had been sensible,” Jasmine said almost bitterly, “you would not have fallen in love with Kieran Devers.” Her heart was breaking with the certain knowledge that she would never again in her lifetime see this second daughter of hers and Rowan’s. Fortune would be as gone from her as surely as Rowan had been gone all these years. Jasmine could feel the anger welling up in her. Then she swallowed it back. It was not Kieran’s fault, or Fortune’s fault that this situation had come to pass. It was the fault of ignorant and narrow-minded people who could not accept anyone who was in the slightest manner different from them. People who wanted everyone to look alike, to think alike, to worship alike. Joyless souls who could not accept a God of love, but must have a condemning deity of fire and brimstone to worship. She pitied them, but at the same time Jasmine silently cursed them, for it was their intolerance that was causing her daughter to go.
“Mama.” Fortune touched her sleeve. “It is time, Mama. You and Papa must go ashore now. We must say good-bye.”
Jasmine turned stricken eyes to her daughter.
No!
the voice in her head cried out, and then Fortune spoke again.
No!
the voice in her head cried out, and then Fortune spoke again.
“I am so grateful for you and Papa, for all the good times we have had together. I shall always remember it, Mama, even if I grow to be an old lady. Do not grieve for me. I am doing what I am meant to do. I love Kieran. I will love our new life in Mary’s Land. I will send you letters each time the
Cardiff Rose
makes the journey between there and here. You will hardly notice I am gone. I know that you want me to be happy, Mama.” Then Fortune put her arms about her mother, and embraced her tenderly. “Farewell, Mama. Always remember that I love you, and Papa, and all my family here. Do not forget me.” She kissed her mother’s cheek. Drawing away from Jasmine she bid the duke of Glenkirk an equally tender farewell. “Thank you, Papa, for taking Rowan Lindley’s last daughter, and loving her as your very own.” Then she kissed him too, quickly turning away lest her own emotions overcome her and she lose what small courage she had, and they all dissolve into a paroxysm of sorrow.
Cardiff Rose
makes the journey between there and here. You will hardly notice I am gone. I know that you want me to be happy, Mama.” Then Fortune put her arms about her mother, and embraced her tenderly. “Farewell, Mama. Always remember that I love you, and Papa, and all my family here. Do not forget me.” She kissed her mother’s cheek. Drawing away from Jasmine she bid the duke of Glenkirk an equally tender farewell. “Thank you, Papa, for taking Rowan Lindley’s last daughter, and loving her as your very own.” Then she kissed him too, quickly turning away lest her own emotions overcome her and she lose what small courage she had, and they all dissolve into a paroxysm of sorrow.
The warm breeze touched her cheek, and Fortune brought herself back to the present. Her eyes were teary with her memories. Their crossing from England had been a relatively easy one. There had been no serious storms, and only a few gray days of drizzling rain. They had first stopped in Ireland to pick up the women and children from Maguire’s Ford and Lisnaskea who would be traveling with them. The
Highlander
had already departed Ulster several days earlier with the horses and other livestock they would be taking to Mary’s Land. Still, Rory Maguire was there in Dundalk to greet her, having escorted the colonists himself.
Highlander
had already departed Ulster several days earlier with the horses and other livestock they would be taking to Mary’s Land. Still, Rory Maguire was there in Dundalk to greet her, having escorted the colonists himself.
“So, lassie, and yer finally off on yer great adventure,” he said, kissing her cheek. “Where is this daughter of yers now? I would see her, Fortune Devers.”
Rois came forward with the two children, and Rory’s eyes lit up at the sight of them. He took Aine into his arms.
“Ahh,” he said softly, “she’s a fine lassie, Fortune.” Then, as an afterthought, he said to Rois, “Look to the gangway, Rois. Here is yer grandmam. Come aboard, Bride Duffy, and see the fine great-grandson yer lass has had.”
“Did you bring the whole village?” Fortune teased him as they walked the deck with Aine.
“Well, Fergus had to drive one of the wagons that brought the women and children, and their goods and chattels. Nothing would do but Bride would come along with him,” Rory chuckled, and when he did, Aine laughed too. “So you find that funny, do you?” He tickled her, eliciting even further laughter.
His granddaughter!
His eyes devoured Aine eagerly, then swept to Fortune.
His daughter.
’Twas the last time he would see them, and he had been unable to resist the opportunity to do so. He sighed. Part of him wanted her to know the truth, but he could not, would not destroy her identity to soothe his aching heart. There was always the possibility she would hate him for it. Better the secret remain his burden.
His granddaughter!
His eyes devoured Aine eagerly, then swept to Fortune.
His daughter.
’Twas the last time he would see them, and he had been unable to resist the opportunity to do so. He sighed. Part of him wanted her to know the truth, but he could not, would not destroy her identity to soothe his aching heart. There was always the possibility she would hate him for it. Better the secret remain his burden.
“How are my brothers doing?” Fortune asked him.
“Well,” was the reply. “Adam is a man of the earth without a doubt, and Duncan continues to be the scholar. They are both well-liked.”
“And the peace holds in Maguire’s Ford?”
He nodded. “But nowhere else in Ireland. ’Tis getting worse, Fortune, and it will continue to get worse until the English are gone from our lands.”
“Kieran’s brother, and his family?” Fortune asked. “I would bring him what news I can.”
“Sir William continues his tyrannies from his sickbed. His misfortune has not softened him, but rather made him more vicious. He will, I fear, live to be an old man. It is rumored that even his mother and wife are now afraid of him. As for his daughter, he barely acknowledges her. ’Tis sad, but the man will forever be bitter over losing you, and over losing the use of his legs.”
Fortune considered now if she would tell her husband Rory’s news, or simply say nothing. A flock of geese flew over the ship’s bow towards the western shore. Fortune smiled happily. Soon! Soon she would be in her husband’s arms, and it had been so damned long! She wondered what awaited them, for there was no evidence of any civilization along the forested banks of the great bay. They would be landing at St. Mary’s Town, the Calvert’s settlement, this day. It couldn’t be soon enough.
The other women were crowding the rails, peering at the landscape.
“It’s all trees.”
“Do you see the wild Indians?”
“I don’t know which will be worse. Protestants or Indians.”
“It’s pretty enough.”
“Ulster was pretty.”
“ ’Tis a chance to live in peace, and have our own lands. That’s enough for me to leave Ulster!”
“Will there be a priest?”
“Aye, so they say.”
“Thank God for that!”
Fortune listened, half-amused. It was good to know these women had been just as nervous as she had been about the voyage, and its eventual end. What would her new home be like? Had the
Highlander
made the crossing in safety? All of her wordly goods, along with the horses, had been aboard the smaller vessel. And what little the other colonists had was spread between the two vessels. She wondered what Kieran would say when he saw Aine. With God’s blessing she intended giving her husband a son as quickly as possible. None of Mama’s special potion for now.
Highlander
made the crossing in safety? All of her wordly goods, along with the horses, had been aboard the smaller vessel. And what little the other colonists had was spread between the two vessels. She wondered what Kieran would say when he saw Aine. With God’s blessing she intended giving her husband a son as quickly as possible. None of Mama’s special potion for now.
“Look!”
one of the women suddenly cried out. “I see buildings!”
one of the women suddenly cried out. “I see buildings!”
“There’s a church spire!”
“Praise be to God!”
Ualtar O’Flaherty came down from the wheel deck where he had been standing, and smiled at the women. “Well, now, lassies, if you intend looking yer best for yer men, you had best go below now. We’ll be shortly landing at St. Mary’s Town.” Shooing their children before them, the women disappeared below.
Aaron Kira came to join them. “ ’Tis a wild place, m’lady. I wonder if there is any business to be had here. Time will tell.”
Over the water came the sound of a cannon booming.
“They’ve sighted us,” the captain continued, “and have signaled all their citizens that we’ll be docking soon.” He turned to Fortune. “Well, Cousin, yer almost home. Kieran will be eagerly awaiting you, I know. It’s a very different place yer coming to, Fortune, and you must be prepared. He’ll have a house built by now, I know, but it will not be the kind of house you’re used to at all. Later, you will have a better one, but this first home will not be at all what you may have envisioned. The conditions are still very primitive.”
“You frighten me, Ualter,” she answered him.
“I don’t mean to,” he answered her. “ ’Tis just that your new home will be nothing like Queen’s Malvern, or your stepfather’s castle, or even Erne Rock. ’Twill appear more like a large, rustic cottage.”
“As long as I don’t have to live in a wigwam as the settlers did last year,” she told him. Then she smiled. “This is not the old world, Ualter. I know. ’Twill all be very new, but one thing will not be new. The love Kieran and I have for each other.”
“Yer a brave lass,” he said.
The
Cardiff Rose
sailed gracefully into St. Mary’s crescent-shaped harbor, and docked shortly thereafter. Fortune and Rois stood holding their children in their arms, their eyes scanning the crowd on the wharf below. About them the other women and children crowded, some of them already weeping with the sight of their men. The gangway was lowered, and Captain O’Flaherty escorted his cousin and her party ashore, but there was no sign of Kieran. Then Kevin appeared, enfolding Rois and Brendan into his arms, his eyes wet with his tears of joy. Fortune waited while they greeted one another with kisses and caresses, Kevin admiring the son he had never seen. Brendan was not certain if he should cry or not at the sight of this big man who was hugging him so hard. Finally Kevin realized that his mistress was waiting silently. He broke away from Rois, and bowed to Fortune.
Cardiff Rose
sailed gracefully into St. Mary’s crescent-shaped harbor, and docked shortly thereafter. Fortune and Rois stood holding their children in their arms, their eyes scanning the crowd on the wharf below. About them the other women and children crowded, some of them already weeping with the sight of their men. The gangway was lowered, and Captain O’Flaherty escorted his cousin and her party ashore, but there was no sign of Kieran. Then Kevin appeared, enfolding Rois and Brendan into his arms, his eyes wet with his tears of joy. Fortune waited while they greeted one another with kisses and caresses, Kevin admiring the son he had never seen. Brendan was not certain if he should cry or not at the sight of this big man who was hugging him so hard. Finally Kevin realized that his mistress was waiting silently. He broke away from Rois, and bowed to Fortune.
“Welcome to Mary’s Land, m’lady. You’ll be pleased to learn that the
Highlander
docked over a week ago. The horses are already settled in their meadow, and yer goods are safely at Fortune’s Fancy.”
Highlander
docked over a week ago. The horses are already settled in their meadow, and yer goods are safely at Fortune’s Fancy.”
“Fortune’s Fancy?”
She looked puzzled.
She looked puzzled.
Kevin grinned. “ ’Tis what the master calls the estate, m’lady,” he told her. “ ’Tis a fine house we’ve built for you, and the wee lass.”
“Where is my husband?” Fortune asked. “Is he all right? Why isn’t he here to meet us, Kevin?” Her lovely face was concerned.
“ ’Tis that troublesome indentured wench, m’lady. She’s been told a hundred times not to wander into the forest, but she did this morning, and managed to get herself lost. Many Moons, the old Wicocomoco medicine man, brought her back, sobbing and howling that she was going to be scalped by the Indians. The master didn’t want to leave her alone under the circumstances. He knew you would understand, m’lady.”
“Poor girl,” Fortune said, but she was not feeling any sympathy at all for this nameless indentured servant who had disobeyed Kieran. Perhaps when the mistress of Fortune’s Fancy came home at last the girl could be guided, and learn to behave herself.
“I’ve brought the wagon, m’lady,” Kevin said, interrupting her thoughts. “The ship’s crew have loaded the goods you brought on it, and we had best get going. We’re about five miles from the town.”
“What of the other colonists?” Fortune asked him. “And Master Kira?”
“Their men know where to take them, m’lady,” was the reply. “Master Kira, opposite the docks, that small house there”—he pointed—“ ’tis been purchased for you, along with an indentured man.” Aaron Kira thanked Kevin, kissed Fortune’s hand, and bid her farewell before turning to go to his own establishment.
Kevin helped his mistress and his wife up onto the hard wooden seat of the wagon. Each woman held her child. Then climbing up, he signaled the horses to be on their way. Within minutes he and Rois were chattering away. Fortune listened briefly with half an ear, and then her thoughts turned to a husband who would remain with a hysterical servant rather than go to greet the wife he hadn’t seen in almost two years. She wondered why she had bothered to dress in her finest gown for him. It seemed to her that Kieran had more care for a servant than his own wife. Had she made a mistake in marrying him? Had she made a mistake in coming across an ocean, and away from her loving family? She would soon find out. If he had changed she would return with Captain O’Flaherty to England in a few weeks. She wouldn’t stay where she wasn’t wanted or loved. Her fingers brushed the rich blue silk of her gown. The warm breeze blew the feathery white plumes in her hat, and brushed her cheek.
Kieran saw her seated up on the wagon’s bench as it came up the dirt drive of the house. The blue of her gown was neither dark nor light. The deep snow-white linen collar edged in lace stood out against it. She wore leather gauntlets trimmed with fine gold lace. He had never seen her in a hat. She was so very elegant. Why on earth had she married
him?
Why had she traveled all this way to live in this primitive place? Did she still love him? Then he saw the small child, not even a baby, seated in her lap, and garbed identically to her mother. Kieran Devers felt his heart contract, and then seemingly crack. He could scarce find his voice when the wagon finally stopped before him.
him?
Why had she traveled all this way to live in this primitive place? Did she still love him? Then he saw the small child, not even a baby, seated in her lap, and garbed identically to her mother. Kieran Devers felt his heart contract, and then seemingly crack. He could scarce find his voice when the wagon finally stopped before him.
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