The China Bride

by Mary Jo Putney

  “True, but these hills are modest compared to the Highlands, where my mother was born.” He looked toward the misty north. “In theory, England and Scotland are one nation now, but I doubt that will ever be wholly true.”

  “My father would have agreed with you.” She glanced away from him, wondering why Dominic was merely handsome while Kyle, who looked just like him, made her knees go weak.

  “Have you found any members of his family yet?”

  Her fingers tightened on his arm. “I know he had a brother named James Montgomery, but when I asked the innkeeper at the Auld Bruce Inn, he said there were five men of that name in the district. I don’t know if I want to inquire further. Perhaps I’ll stay in Melrose for another day or two, then go on to Edinburgh.”

  “If you like, I can help find the right man, and go with you to call on him.”

  Uncomfortable with how clearly he saw her fears, she reverted to her earlier question. “Give me a better reason for why you’re here, Kyle. To make us both miserable again?”

  “I hope not.” He hesitated. “I…I suppose I’ve come to court you.”

  She stared at him in astonishment. “You want to court me?”

  “Better late than never.” He smiled wryly. “About twelve hours after you left, Dominic appeared and essentially told me I was a damned fool where you’re concerned. He’s undoubtedly right.”

  Her heart constricted. “What is that supposed to mean?”

  “I still don’t know if I’m capable of ever being the kind of husband you deserve,” Kyle said with painful honesty. “But I don’t want to throw away what’s between us if there is a chance there could be more.”

  “It may be too late for that.” She bowed her head, wanting to weep. She loved him, had loved him almost from the beginning, but she no longer believed they might have a future together. Why did he have to come and confuse everything just when she had finally recognized the path she must follow?

  Though it was too soon for conclusive proof, she felt in her bones that they had conceived a child together when they had made love among the apple blossoms. She felt different in ways she had no words for. She was even willing to guess that the child would be male, because she sensed a glow of yang energy deep inside her.

  The prospect filled her with joy, but also made her realize that she didn’t want a child of hers to be raised at Dornleigh with a grandfather who despised his mixed blood, and a father who had taken such pains to avoid impregnating his mistress. Her child would be raised with love and acceptance, even if she had to return to Macao to find that.

  “Are you sure it’s too late? We’ve never had any normal time together, Troth. You were pretending to be a man, or we were making an illegal journey, or I was confused and convinced the gentlemanly thing to do was send you away. Wouldn’t it be nice to simply enjoy each other’s company without any complications, and see what might come of it?”

  “I cannot imagine things being simple between us.”

  “We can start by not being lovers.” His mouth softened into a faint smile. “A proper courtship isn’t supposed to include a bed.”

  “I’m not sure if I can be with you and not think about beds.”

  His gaze went over her with scorching intensity. “Isn’t that a good reason to try courting and see where it might lead?”

  Nervously she tugged her cloak tighter. “What’s the point of trying, Kyle? I don’t belong in your world. I never will. That would be true even if your father approved of me, which he certainly doesn’t. How can you find happiness if you disobey his wishes?”

  “In Britain, children don’t obey their fathers anywhere near as often as they do in China. Besides, Wrexham said before he left for London that part-Chinese grandchildren were better than none from me at all, which is the alternative.”

  “This is approval?” she said scathingly.

  “For him, yes.” Kyle took her hand and resumed walking, detouring around two placidly grazing sheep. “Wrexham might not be the ideal father-in-law, and your life has been so far outside his experience that you unnerve him in ways that go beyond your Chinese blood. But if we choose to become properly married, I guarantee he will accept you into the family, and defend you against the king himself if necessary. As for my brother and sister—well, they already consider you a Renbourne. It will go hard on me if I let you get away.”

  “That’s all very well, but I’m not convinced.”

  “Convincing takes time, which is why courtship was invented.” His hand tightened around hers. “Give me until the handfast ends, Troth. If a year and a day after we pledged ourselves in Feng-tang we decide we have no future, we can part gracefully, and without regrets.”

  She bit her lip. If she really was pregnant, she owed it to her unborn child not to refuse this last attempt to build a true marriage. “Very well. Until the handfast ends.”

  He turned her toward him and lifted her chin to give her a slow, sweet kiss in which passion was deliberately banked. His lips were warm and achingly familiar.

  Though part of her yearned to lean into his warm, well-loved body, even more she wanted the simplicity he was offering. But it was far too late for that.

  He stepped back, his breathing quickened. “Thank you, Troth. I’ll do my best to be better company in the next weeks than I’ve been in the last.”

  “That wouldn’t be hard.”

  “Too true. I’ve been such a confused bore for the last month that I could barely stand my own company. No wonder you left.” He took her arm and resumed walking. “About your father’s family. Visiting them might be a risk, but clearly you’re a risk taker, Troth Montgomery. Shall I make some inquiries?”

  She took a deep breath. “Find them for me, Kyle. It’s time I met the only blood kin I have.”

  Though they didn’t belong together forever, she might as well take advantage of his presence to help her face the terrors of family.

  Luckily the Auld Bruce Inn was large enough to have a private parlor where Kyle and Troth could dine together, since they were both guests there. She brought her kitten down from her room for company, or possibly as a chaperon, since Pearl Blossom liked to sit on laps, which tended to make one think twice before succumbing to passion.

  Kyle approved—he needed all of the second thoughts available, since he had a nearly overwhelming desire to take Troth in his arms. Which would not be good, given her prickly wariness. He must move slowly and carefully with her, winning her friendship and trust again, or he would lose this last opportunity she had granted.

  After they returned from the abbey, he’d gone in search of information about her father’s family, but he waited until the meal was finished before giving her his news. “I talked to the local minister, and I think I’ve located your uncle.”

  Troth’s fingers tensed on her teacup. “Are you sure?”

  “Certain. There may be five James Montgomerys, but only one had a brother named Hugh who went to China to make his fortune. After leaving Scotland he returned only twice, the last time more than twenty years ago, but he hasn’t been forgotten. It wasn’t hard to find the right James Montgomery.”

  Troth leaned forward. “What else did you learn about my uncle?”

  “Like his father before him, he’s a schoolteacher.”

  “Yes! I’d forgotten that, but I remember Papa talking about how his father and brother were teachers.” She sipped her tea, eyes distant. “I suppose that was why Papa was so keen on my education. He taught me European subjects himself, and made sure I had good tutors for Chinese language and literature and history.”

  “Scots have always had a passion for education. My mother was one of the best-read and best-informed women I’ve ever known. Rather like you.”

  Troth dropped her gaze and petted her cat. “Is my uncle nearby?”

  “He lives in a cottage just outside of Melrose with his family. Easy walking distance.” Kyle swirled the wine in his glass, praying that an educated man would welcome his exot
ic niece even if her birth was irregular by British standards.

  And if Montgomery rejected her, Kyle would…would…

  He wasn’t sure what he would do. But it was a pity that dueling was illegal.

  Chapter 39

  Tense as a drum, Troth clutched her father’s Bible as she and Kyle walked down the lane that led to the home of James Montgomery, schoolteacher.

  “That must be the place.” Kyle indicated a well-kept, larger-than-average stone cottage with whitewashed walls and a cat snoozing beside the door. He glanced at her. “The worst will soon be over.”

  She nodded, her mouth too dry for speech. Kyle knocked on the iron-bound door. All too quickly it was opened by a tall man who said pleasantly, “Can I be helping you?”

  Troth’s breath caught in her throat. Dear gods, he looked like her father! The same height and long-boned face, the same thick, reddish brown hair, now heavily salted with gray. He was a few years younger than her father, she thought.

  “You’re James Montgomery, brother of the late Hugh Montgomery of Macao?”

  The man’s bushy brows arched. “Aye.”

  Kyle took Troth’s arm and drew her forward. “Allow me to present your niece, Troth Montgomery, who has recently arrived in Britain.”

  Montgomery’s long jaw dropped, and there was so much shock in his gray eyes that Troth would have bolted if Kyle hadn’t had a firm grip on her elbow. Then he raised his voice to a schoolteacher’s boom. “Mother, Jeannie—Hugh’s Troth is here!”

  Seizing her hand, he pulled her into the cottage. Within seconds, two women appeared from the next room, wiping floured hands on aprons. One was an attractive redhead of middle years who must be Montgomery’s wife, and the other a tall, very erect old woman with snow-white hair.

  As two dogs began to bark, the white-haired woman stepped up to Troth. She must have been close to eighty, but her gaze was keen. “My Hugh’s daughter,” she said wonderingly. Tears appeared in her eyes. “Ye look just like him, child.”

  Which was such a patently foolish statement that as the old woman hugged her, Troth began to cry. “I…I didn’t know I had a grandmother,” she said helplessly.

  She had envisioned many possible scenes, from bitter rejection to grudging acknowledgment, but never once had she thought to receive such instant, wholehearted welcome. As her grandmother guided her to an oak settle where she could cry in comfort, she heard Kyle introduce himself as Maxwell, while her uncle introduced his wife, Jean, and his mother, Mairead. James ended by saying, “We thought you’d drowned in the shipwreck with Hugh. Where have you been all these years, lass?”

  “In Canton,” Kyle replied, since Troth was less than coherent. “A Chinese merchant friend of her father’s took her in after she was orphaned.”

  As Troth tried to pull herself together, one of the shaggy dogs put its paws on her knees and thrust a wet nose against her cheek. Laughing and crying at the same time, she straightened and fumbled for a handkerchief. Kyle handed her his.

  After blowing her nose and blotting her eyes, she said, “I’m sorry for making such a spectacle of myself, but I…I didn’t know if I’d be welcome here.”

  “My son’s only child not welcome?” Mairead said. “What gave ye such a daft notion?”

  Troth said bluntly, “Because I’m half-Chinese, and my parents weren’t properly married by Scottish standards.”

  “Your parents were wed by Scottish custom, and even if they hadn’t been, you’re still my brother’s girl,” James replied.

  “My parents were married?” Troth said, startled.

  “Aye,” Mairead answered. “Hugh and Li-Yin pledged their troth in the old Scottish way, just the two of them before God.” Tenderly she smoothed back her granddaughter’s hair.

  Fascinated, Troth said, “Would that kind of marriage be legal in Macao?”

  “’Twas good enough for him, and ’tis good enough for us,” Jean said placidly. “Your parents never spoke of this?”

  “No, and I never thought to ask about it.” Troth had presumed that Li-Yin was a concubine, a legitimate status in China. Marriage had never occurred to her.

  Now that she knew her parents had sworn vows, she could understand why the subject had never been mentioned. “In Macao, many Fan-qui had Chinese concubines and mixed-blood children, but for a European to have married his mistress would have caused great scandal. One man who did that was forced out of his trading company. My father must have decided it was more discreet to keep their vows private.”

  He had called Li-Yin “my lady,” which Troth had always found courteous and romantic. Now that she thought about it, she recognized that her father’s moral code wouldn’t have permitted him to live in sin, so he’d married Li-Yin in the traditional way, telling only his family back home. There was no need for the European community in Macao to know that he’d scandalously made a wife of his mistress.

  “I think it’s time for a wee cup of tea.” Jean, who’d been in the kitchen, emerged with a tray containing a plate of shortbread and a huge steaming teapot. “Too much drama puts an edge on the appetite.”

  Nerves had kept Troth from eating earlier, so she welcomed the bracing tea and the heavenly shortbread, still warm from the oven. It was every bit as good as her father had said. When her appetite was appeased, she surveyed the circle of newfound relatives. “Don’t you have any doubts about whether I’m who I say I am? I’ve got my father’s Bible, if you’d like to see it.”

  Mairead waved away the book. “Nae need. Ye do look like him, for all the Chinese blood. Ye have his ears, and something of the shape of his face, and there’s just a look of him. Hugh knew how much I longed to see my granddaughter, so he wrote of ye often. He was that proud ye were so pretty and clever, and said that with two languages ye’d be a great boon to his business.” She shook her head sadly. “I asked him to bring his family home for a visit, but he wouldna separate you from your mother, and he thought the trip would be hard on her.”

  He’d been right—her mother would have hated taking the long sea voyage to this strange northern land, though she would have done it to please Hugh. But her father would not have forced Li-Yin to do something she disliked. Refusal to coerce a woman was a good trait in a man, one that Kyle shared.

  “Now that you’re here, I can hand over your father’s fortune, and it’s glad I am to be free of it,” James said. “Since his will left everything to you and we thought you drowned, the money came to the family.”

  “But how can there be any money?” Troth asked, startled. “At the time he died, my father was in debt. Surely Chenqua, the merchant who took me in, wouldn’t have lied when he said I was penniless!”

  “Likely Mr. Chenqua didn’t know about Hugh’s British account,” James said. “He sent most of his profits to a bank in Edinburgh, keeping only enough in Macao to buy new trading stock. That’s probably all your merchant friend knew about.”

  “That must have been the case,” Kyle agreed. “Even if Chenqua had known there was money in Britain, he’d have assumed you were penniless because Chinese women can’t inherit, can they?”

  Troth accepted his explanation with relief. Of course it had been that way. It was impossible to imagine Chenqua as dishonest. He’d been a merchant for forty years, never using any contract more formal than his spoken word.

  She studied the welcoming Montgomery faces again. How very different her life would have been if someone in the British trading community had thought to send her to her father’s family. She would have been raised here, accepted and loved, even been a bit of an heiress. “How much did my father leave?”

  “Some has been spent,” James said. “But there’s about ten thousand pounds left.”

  Troth’s jaw dropped. Ten thousand pounds was a modest fortune—enough to keep her in comfort for the rest of her life if she was careful. Troth would never be poor—or powerless—again. Her voice full of wonder, she said, “You believed you were the legitimate heirs. Why didn’t you spe
nd more? Buy an estate or move to Edinburgh or London?”

  Mairead looked surprised. “Why would we want to do a daft thing like that? Melrose is home, and we’ve all that we want here.”

  “Some of the money was used to send our two lads and a couple of your cousins to university,” James added. “Our oldest, Jamie, is a doctor in Edinburgh, and our younger boy, named Hugh for his uncle, is studying there, too. He wants to come back here and teach. Our daughters were dowered with cottages of their own when they married, for ’tis a fine thing to own the roof over your head.” A sobering thought struck him. “We’ll pay you back, of course, though it will take a bit of time.”

  “Don’t forget, we also used some of Hugh’s money to build the new kitchen,” Jean said, concern in her eyes. “We must do a proper accounting for Troth.”

  “Nonsense!” Troth said immediately. “My father would have wanted for his nephews to have an education, and for you to have a grand kitchen, I’m sure. And if he wouldn’t have—well, I do.”

  Jean relaxed. “You’re generous, lass.”

  Troth grinned. “It’s easy to be generous with money I never knew I had.”

  “What are your plans now? You’ll be spending some time with us, I hope.”

  She glanced at Kyle. “We thought we’d visit Kyle’s house in the Highlands, then spend some time in Edinburgh.”

  “But certainly a few days here first,” Kyle said. “And you can return to Melrose after we visit Kinnockburn.”

  “Good! We’ve time to hold a grand cèilidh to welcome our lost lamb home,” Mairead said robustly.

  Troth’s brows drew together. “What is a ‘kay-lee’?”

  “A celebration with music and food and dancing,” Jean explained. “We’ll get Jamie and Hugh down from Edinburgh. They’ll want to meet their long-lost cousin.”

  “We should invite Caleb Logan, Hugh’s old partner,” James suggested. “He’s on a visit home and sent me a note to let me know. Most courteous of him. Do you remember him from your days in Macao, Troth?”