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Authors: Bertrice Small

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“It's her grace,” Molly sputtered. “She says she's in terrible pain and wants Miss Aurora to come to her.”
Aurora arose quickly, putting her robe about her. “Did you call the duke? What about the dowager? Perhaps we should send for Dr. Michaels.” She pushed past the two servants, who followed after her.
Entering her sister's bedroom, she saw Cally was even paler than she had been earlier. There were droplets of perspiration beading her forehead, and her breathing was heavy.
“Aurora!”
she cried. “I am in the most dreadful pain. I think this creature may be coming early.”
“You are certain it is not just something you ate, Cally?” Aurora queried her sister. “This is not a bit of indigestion?”
Calandra shook her head vehemently. “I drank no champagne but a sip to toast George and Betsy. I ate no cake, and have had no supper but for some tea with cream and sugar, for I have felt wretched all day. Ahhhhhh! I am being ripped apart by this thing!”
“Sally, wake Peters and have him send for Dr. Michaels,” Aurora instructed the servant. “Then go to Browne and have him waken the duke.”
“What about the old dowager?” Sally asked.
“Leave her sleep. There is nothing she can do to help us right now. Neither can the duke, for that matter, but it is his heir.” She caressed Cally's swollen little hand. “It will be all right, Cally. This child will soon be born, early though he may be, and you will be a mother! How wonderful! I cannot wait until St. John and I produce.”
Cally wrinkled her nose. “You will feel different when you are at my stage of life,” she said. Then she brightened. “If the baby comes early, I shall be able to be back in London for Christmas. Perhaps it is all to the good. Ahhhhhhh! Nasty little beast! You don't think being born early will harm it, do you, Aurora?”
“Now, what would your sister, and her a maiden still, know about such things, your grace?” Martha said, and then she smiled at Cally. “Plenty of babies come early, and none the worse for it. Besides, 'taint that early. You had only a few more weeks to go.”
Cally looked a bit more reassured, but then she said piteously, “Aurora, do not leave me.
Please!
I am so afraid.”
“I won't leave you, little sister,” Aurora said softly, and she sat down on the bed next to Calandra. “Do you know that in all the months you have carried your child, you have never once said what you would call him. What name do you favor?”
“I suppose they will want to call him after his father,” Cally said glumly. “ 'Tis tradition to call the Hawkesworth heir James or Charles. Valerian is the duke's middle name. His first is James, like his grandfather. I don't really care.”
“But if you did,” Aurora persisted gently, “what would you name this baby if the choice was all yours?”
“Robert, after Papa,” Cally said.
“And if it is a little girl?”
“God forbid!” Cally cried, and then, “Ahhhhh! Why does it hurt so much? I did not know it would hurt so!”
Aurora took a cool cloth that Martha handed her and lay it on her sister's head. “I am certain it is a boy, but if it were a girl? The poor little mite must have a name, and it cannot be Robert.”
“Charlotte, after the queen,” Cally murmured, ever mindful of the social consequences of naming a daughter after the king's bride.
The bedchamber door opened and the duke entered, coming over to the bed. “Is she in labor?” he asked Aurora.
“I think so, your grace,” Martha answered him. “Miss Aurora couldn't know the answer to such a thing. She has never been around a woman in this condition. I have. It's early, but not too early.”
“Dr. Michaels has been sent for,” Aurora said reassuringly.
“Should you be here?” he asked her gently.
“No, she shouldn't,” Martha said firmly.
“Cally wants me here,” Aurora replied. “Just until the doctor comes? Please, Valerian. Cally is frightened. It cannot be good for her, or for the baby, if she is in terror.” She placed a pleading hand upon the sleeve of his dressing gown, her look importuning him to acquiesce.
“Ahhh!” Cally moaned, and she began to cry.
“It hurts so!”
He nodded. “Until the doctor says you must go,” he told her. “I will await him downstairs.” He leaned over and told Cally, “You are being very brave, my dear, and I thank you.” Then he kissed her on the forehead and left the room.
“I hate him!”
Cally exclaimed.
“Do not say it, I pray you,” Aurora answered her sister.
“I do! If it were not for him, I should not be in such pain. I didn't want a child. I just wanted to be the Duchess of Farminster, and live in London, and give exquisite parties. I did not know I should have to do
this.
Ahhhhh!” She looked accusingly at her sister. “It is all your fault, Aurora! You did not tell me it would be like this!”
“Keep your voice down,” Aurora warned Cally. “I did not tell you it would be like anything. I didn't know what it would be like to be the Duchess of Farminster. I just knew I didn't want to marry a stranger. You, however, were willing to do just that in order to be a duchess, Cally. I will share the blame, if there is any blame, but I will most certainly not take full responsibility for your actions!”
Calandra turned her head away from Aurora's gaze. They waited now in silence as the minutes ticked by, the laboring woman crying out when the pains overtook her, but there was little they could do until Dr. Michaels arrived. A kettle was brought from the kitchens, filled with water, and set in the coals of the fireplace to heat. Several stacks of clean cloths and clean linens were placed conveniently. The ducal cradle was positioned by the fireplace in readiness for its occupant.
Downstairs, the duke paced back and forth, nervously awaiting the arrival of Dr. Michaels. He was surprised when a total stranger was escorted into the house by one of his grooms. He was a tall, well-set gentleman with a ruddy complexion.
“Your grace? I am William Carstairs, doctor of medicine. I am Edward Michaels's cousin, and his new partner. Dr. Michaels has gone to York to see his ailing father. I was given to understand that her grace was not due to deliver until the end of next month, or possibly the middle of the following month.”
“We do not even know if Calandra is in labor, but she is in pain,” the duke said, holding out his hand and shaking that of the doctor. “Thank you for coming. It is our first child, and no one in the house except my elderly grandmother really knows about childbirth. We chose not to awaken the dowager, as she has had an active day with my brother-in-law's wedding to Miss Bowen. We had intended calling you in tomorrow at any rate, as Calandra has not looked particularly herself of late.”
The doctor nodded. “Let us go upstairs, then,” he said.
As he entered Cally's bedchamber, Martha's eyes grew wide with recognition. “Dr. Carstairs,” she said, surprised.
“Martha? Martha Jones? What on earth are you doing here?” Then his eye spied Aurora. “And Miss Aurora?”
Aurora arose from her place upon the bed. “It is Cally, Dr. Carstairs. She is in terrible pain with this child.”
The doctor nodded, and then said to the duke, “Take Miss Aurora from the room while I examine her sister.”
Cally weakly protested, but was scarcely heard as the doctor turned his full attention to her.
“How do you know Dr. Carstairs?” the duke asked Aurora as he escorted her from the bedroom.
“He came from Jamaica with us when Mama married Papa. My father didn't want to lose another wife in childbirth for lack of proper medical attention,” she explained. “He was with us for ten years, and in that time taught several of the more intelligent slaves and bondsmen the art of doctoring so we would always have someone to attend to our needs should there be illness or injury among us. Where is Dr. Michaels? Why didn't he come?”
The duke explained, and Aurora nodded. They stood silently for several minutes, and then the doctor joined them.
“Your wife is indeed in labor, your grace,” he announced. “It is, however, a difficult labor, and the child is not quite turned properly, so I expect it will be some hours before she delivers.” He turned to Aurora. “Go to bed, child. This is not the place for you now, although remembering your bravery, I know you would remain if I let you, Miss Aurora. I will not, however. Cally will be fine in my company, and I will keep Martha and Sally with me to help. We will send you word of your sister's progress as it develops.”
“Let me say good night to her at least,” Aurora begged, and the doctor nodded, escorting her back into the bedchamber.
“Why did you leave me?” Cally protested to her sister.
“Because the doctor made me,” Aurora said. “You remember Dr. Carstairs, Cally? He only left St. Timothy when we were twelve. Dr. Michaels is away, and Dr. Carstairs will be delivering your baby. He will not let me stay, but Martha and Sally will remain.”
“I am going to die,” Cally said in a strangely calm voice.
“Nonsense,” Aurora replied. “You are just frightened, little one. Dr. Carstairs will take excellent care of you.”
“I am going to die,”
Cally repeated firmly.
“Do not say such a thing!” Aurora begged her.
“I do not blame you,” Cally continued. “I wanted to be a duchess, Aurora. I didn't have to do it. I do not blame you.”
“Come along now, child,” the doctor said, his hand on Aurora's shoulder. “It is time for you to get some rest.”
“You will not die, Cally,” Aurora insisted.
“I love you,” Cally replied as her sister was taken away, and she watched with sad eyes as the bedchamber door closed behind Aurora.
“What a mean thing to say to your sister,” Martha scolded Calandra. “Having a baby won't excuse you. Shame on you!”
But Cally said nothing, instead turning her face away from Martha as she had from Aurora earlier. The hours moved on slowly at first, and then with exceeding speed. It was dawn, and then midday. The dowager came to see how Calandra was doing, speaking kindly to the girl, and then leaving, strangely disturbed.
“Why is it taking so long?” she demanded of the doctor as he brought her from the bedchamber. “The child decides to come early, and then will not be born. What is the matter, Dr. Carstairs?”
The doctor shook his head. “I do not know, your grace, but while I am concerned, the young duchess has been in labor only about ten hours. That is not really too long. We can be patient yet.”
“Indeed,” grumbled the dowager to Aurora, who had joined them. “Trust me, my dear Aurora, if it were the man having the baby, nine hours ago would have been long enough. Patience! Hummmph!”
“Cally says she is going to die,” Aurora said quietly.
“Now, now,” the dowager comforted the young woman, “that is just your sister's fear and her sense of the dramatic speaking. By tomorrow she will be delivered, beginning to feel well again, and planning her triumphant return to London, I am certain.” But Mary Rose Hawkesworth was not certain at all. Calandra had not looked right for several days now, and this early labor did not bode well. She could easily die. Childbirth was a dangerous business.
The afternoon faded into evening. Aurora had asked twice to be allowed to visit with her sister, but Dr. Carstairs would not permit it. Dinner was a silent affair, and afterward Aurora sought her bedroom. There she found Martha, who looked quite exhausted, sitting dozing by the fire.
Aurora shook her gently. “Martha, what has happened? How is Cally? Is the baby born yet?”
“Dr. Carstairs sent me and Sally away to rest a bit, miss,” her servant said. “It ain't good. Oh, it ain't good. Poor Miss Calandra is getting weaker by the minute, and the baby won't be born. She's going to die, miss. I'm so sorry to say it, but she is!”
Aurora ran from her bedchamber and to her sister's room. The doctor came forward as she burst through the door, but with a surprising show of strength the girl pushed him aside and went to her sister's side. “Cally! Cally! Open your eyes this minute,” she commanded.
Calandra's hazel eyes opened slowly. She looked at Aurora with a weak smile. “I knew you would come before it was too late,” she said. Then she shuddered, and her look grew vacant.
“Doctor!”
Aurora's voice was almost a scream.
He came quickly to the bedside, and taking Cally's wrist, sought for a pulse. There was none. He put his ear to her chest, but the young woman's heart was stilled. Looking up, he said to Aurora, “I am sorry, Miss Aurora, but your sister is dead.”
“The baby!
Is the baby dead too? Oh, God! Don't let Cally's death have been in vain! What of the baby?” Aurora cried.

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