He was often at Christobel’s gatherings. He had the time. He was only mildly interested in the estate and left everything to James, which suited James. How different from Luke, who was deeply concerned about every little item concerning the place.
Kirkwell would often come in to see his sister.
One morning they were all there—Kirk, Luke, James and Sebastian—and the talk was, as very often, of that topic which seemed on everyone’s mind since the discovery of the Rye House Plot. Oh no, it had been there before that. In fact, it was a perennial concern and I supposed it would be until some solution was found.
They were discussing it now.
“The King is well at the moment,” pointed out James. “But he is no longer young and he lives rather strenuously,” he added with a smile.
“While he lives,” put in Luke, “all is well. But what would happen if he were to die suddenly?”
“Then we should have James,” said Sebastian.
“James!” cried Luke. “You know what that means. Back to the domination of Rome!”
“They might work something out,” suggested Sebastian. “Surely that would not be difficult?”
“There are some people in the court,” said Kirk, “who would fight to bring back the Pope, and that is no good. What we need is peace. We want a country untroubled by conflict.”
“But the Duke of York is a Catholic,” declared Luke.
“So be it,” said Sebastian. “That does not make me one.”
“It might be necessary to be one. Remember what they did with the Inquisition.”
“We would not have that here.”
“Remember Bloody Mary.”
“Nor would we allow a repetition of that.”
“It’s all very well for you, Sebastian. You’d go this way or that, whatever comfort dictated.”
“It is not a bad approach, dear boy.”
“I know it is your way,” remarked Luke, who was looking at Sebastian and smiling.
Kirk said: “Suppose that plot had succeeded. Then we should have had a Protestant King.”
“Monmouth!” said James. “That was impossible, because…” He did not finish.
“What difference does that make?” cried Luke angrily. “If the King and Duke of York had died and Monmouth had been set on the throne, the people would be rejoicing—”
There was a movement from behind.
Thomas Crabber, one of the men who worked on the estate, had come into the room.
He touched his forehead and fixed his eyes on James.
“Begging your pardons, ladies and gentlemen…I had to see Mr. Morton. ’Tis trouble, sir, over at Brewer’s place. Old Brewer’s in a fair way. Says he wants to see you and won’t take no for an answer.”
“It’s that flooding, is it, Thomas?”
“Likely, sir.”
“I’ll be over right away.”
He turned and grinned at the company.
“Take care of yourself, my dear,” he said to Christobel. “And as for the rest, you go on fighting the battle for the succession.”
Occasionally I saw Margaret Galloway in the gardens. She contrived not to see me but if there was no escape she would answer my greeting rather unwillingly. I had never had a conversation with her. Once or twice I had seen her with Francine, who would give me a mischievous look as she passed with her grandmother.
I had never seen Mistress Galloway exchange a word with the housekeeper or any of the servants, so I was surprised one day to come upon her in what appeared to be close conversation with Thomas Crabber.
I had often seen Thomas Crabber about the estate. There was something in his manner which I did not like. There was a perpetual smile on his face, but it was by no means a pleasant one. His small eyes were closely set under bushy brows and his was a face which made me feel rather uneasy. That was why I had been a little disturbed that he had come into the room when Luke had been talking rather rashly about his preference for the Duke of Monmouth as the future King. It was a reckless remark at the best of times, but in view of the present situation very dangerous.
Francine sought me out frequently and then there would be periods when she seemed to forget all about me, though I never knew why, for when she returned she talked to me as though there had been no change in our relationship. It was just a part of her generally erratic behavior.
It really did seem that the atmosphere had changed with the Rye House Plot.
I was in the garden one day when Francine came up to me.
She said: “Hallo, Mistress Kate.”
I returned her greeting.
She said: “Mistress Morton is going to have a baby soon.”
“Oh, it is not for some time yet.”
“They were talking about it. Someone might put the evil eye on her. Then her baby might be a little frog or a goblin.”
“Whoever said such a thing? That is absolute nonsense. Mistress Morton will have a lovely little boy or girl.”
“How do you know?”
“I feel sure of it. So please do not let me hear you say such things again.”
“My grandmother says that Mistress Morton will not be a good mother. She is too flighty. That is why she will only get a frog.”
“I do not believe your grandmother said any such thing.”
“She said she was flighty and hand-in-glove with you…and that other.”
“Who is that other?”
“Your brother…who shouldn’t be here. Nor should you.”
“Why not?”
“It’s something about a blanket. You got on the wrong side of it, did you not?”
“Your grandmother said this? To whom did she say it?”
“To her.”
I began to understand. Lady Rosslyn resented us. I knew that already. I could imagine what Margaret Galloway said of us to Lady Rosslyn. Did she still do so? And what of Lady Rosslyn…lying in her bed, unable to move some parts of her body, her speech affected?
It was a sad image. Poor woman lying thus, and still resentful that her husband was bringing other people’s children into their house, reproaching her because she had not brought him his longed-for heir.
And they must talk in the presence of Francine, though I could imagine the child listening at doors, hearing the conversations, most likely misconstruing what was said. It was not a pleasant picture.
“She hates you…and him,” Francine said. “She’s going to…” She hesitated and then said: “Going to destroy him.”
“Who?”
“Your brother. You too.”
“Who said this?”
“They did.”
“Your grandmother and Lady Rosslyn?”
“My grandmother. Her…she just grunts…but that means yes. They hate him because he’s here. They’re afraid…well, it’s going to be the other…not him. Though he thinks it might be him.”
“It’s all so muddled,” I said, “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
She shook her head. “It’s not. She’s going to tell someone…about your brother. What he said. Then they’ll come here. Some of them had their heads cut off. She said he should too.”
I was beginning to understand. Thomas Crabber had noted what Luke had said. He had talked. It had come to Mistress Galloway’s ears and she was Luke’s enemy…and mine.
I felt sick with anxiety and concern. I could never forget the days when Titus Oates’s men were here and how we had feared for Kirkwell. I remembered those trips to the Devil’s Tower. We had lived in dangerous times then, and still did.
And now Luke and I had our own enemies…here in Rosslyn Manor. I had always known they resented us, but I had never thought that they could be very dangerous enemies. And in times such as these, Luke could be most unsafe.
I had to tell him. I had to make him see that he must always act with the utmost care.
Francine was looking at me steadily. She sensed the alarm her admissions had aroused in me. For a moment I saw a certain
softness come into her eyes.
She said, and there was sincerity in her voice: “I like you, Mistress Kate.”
“Thank you, Francine.” I was gratified, but very much afraid.
I did speak to Luke. I told him what Francine had said.
“Those two old women,” he said. “One in her dotage and the other a wreck! How could they harm me?”
“They can talk. You see how it has come back to me, through Francine.”
“That crazy child!”
“She is strange, I grant you, but they must have been talking of you. I have seen Margaret Galloway in conversation with Tom Crabber. There is a man I do not like. And you were talking very rashly when he overheard you.”
Luke was thoughtful. He realized the truth of that. I said: “Think of those men. They were our father’s guests. There they were, laughing, talking, being merry with us all, and now…what are they? Rotting corpses, their heads doubtless on London Bridge, a warning to all men. Luke, please take that warning.”
“My dear sister, I love you dearly, and I believe you are very fond of me, but…”
“You are my brother. Let us not forget that. Promise me that you will heed this warning. We have enemies, Luke, here in this house. Those two women in that part of the house which they have made their own. Imagine them…resentful…unhappy. Blaming fate. What can it be like? Their only pleasure is in planning revenge on us.”
“You take too much notice of that crazy child.”
“I think I am rather grateful for the warning of that crazy child. I think we should remember the times we live in. They are dangerous indeed.”
The new year would soon be with us. Christobel’s baby was due in July, a month after my eighteenth birthday.
My father had not suggested that Luke and I should accompany him to London after that first visit, although he himself went frequently.
I was happy enough, although Luke would have liked to go.
Occasionally Sebastian went with my father. He was known everywhere, of course, as the heir of Rosslyn Manor. I wondered that he had not married by this time, but perhaps he was too lazy to bestir himself. He seemed very content with life as it was.
Kirkwell was working very hard and, Christobel told me, with good results. James, who knew of such matters, said that Featherston had taken a new lease on life and was becoming as it had been in its most prosperous days. Kirkwell had worked wonders and many of the neighboring squires had said they found it hard to believe. James declared he had not. He had known from the start that Kirkwell’s hard work would show results.
I often called at Featherston and when she was feeling well enough Christobel accompanied me, but on this occasion I went alone.
I found Kirkwell in his office, where he spent a great deal of time. He now had several men working for him, which meant that he had more free time to spare.
His face brightened when he saw me. It was always a pleasure to see, for he showed so clearly how delighted he was to see me.
“Come along in, Kate,” he said. “For so long I have wanted to talk to you alone. It is not always easy to find you alone, and when I do…I wonder…if it is time. But I can wait no longer. You know I love you, that I always have. We’ve seen how happy Christobel and James are. Well, I want that happiness for us. Kate, I want you to marry me.”
I was not really taken aback, but I seemed so. I knew that he loved me. He had told me so a long time ago and it had always been clear to me. And I loved him. But for some reason I was dismayed. I did not want to change anything yet. It was foolish of me, I suppose. It was not that I did not love him. I did. It was just that I did not want change.
He was looking startled. He said: “Why, Kate…I thought you cared for me.”
“I do, Kirk, I really do. It is just that…” I stopped, for I could not explain.
“You are not…surprised?”
“Well, not exactly. But I felt that…well, that is for later.”
“You will soon be eighteen, Kate, not a child any longer.”
“I know. But things have happened suddenly…coming here…the change of it all. And then all this trouble about the Plot and all that.”
“That is not our concern, Kate.”
“But it is the concern of us all.”
“It makes no difference to our loving each other.”
“I think that perhaps I am not ready yet, Kirk. I hadn’t expected it yet. I think perhaps in a few months’ time…”
He looked faintly relieved and I clung to this idea. I could not bear to see him look hurt. Surely that was a sign that I loved him?
“Yes,” I said. “That is it. I just want time.”
“But I thought you knew…”
“I did, and I love you, Kirk. I’m sure of that. It is just…Could we leave it for a little, just a little while? I just feel…not ready.”
“Well, if that is what you wish.”
“I wish I could make you understand.”
“I think I do.”
“Oh, Kirk, Kirk. Please do. It will be all right in the end, I’m sure. It’s just that for the time being I just want things to go on as they are. Only for a little while. I want to think about it all.”
“This place is going to grow prosperous, Kate. You won’t be ashamed of it.”
“Oh, Kirk, as if I should. As if it were important. If you had a little cottage it would make no difference.”
“I wanted to make sure that I could get things right here before I asked you.”
“That is of no moment.”
“It is of the utmost importance.”
“No, Kirk…Oh, Kirk, I do love you. I was thinking of that terrible time when you hid in the Devil’s Tower. Do you remember? If you could know how I felt when I used to make my way there.”
“I never forget that time.”
“I shiver now at the thought.”
“Your coming to me like that was wonderful.”
“They all came, did they not? Christobel, James, Luke, all of them.”
“And you came too. That was the best time. I remember your little face so anxious, and I was almost glad to be there because of that. I thought you must love me. But now…”
“Of course I love you. It is just that I want to wait. Say on my eighteenth birthday. It is not long now, as you say. Suppose we announce it then.”
“Do you mean that?”
“Yes…I think I do.”
It must be, I told myself, because I was thinking of him now as he had been in the Devil’s Tower and of my anguish at the time because I feared that he was in danger.
I had ridden over to Christobel. I did not tell her that her brother had proposed marriage to me. She would have been delighted, I knew, but I should never have been able to explain to her my feelings. She would have laughed them to scorn. But how can we explain our innermost thoughts? Well, more than thoughts, really: it was a kind of instinct, something which said no, no, wait.
When I returned to Rosslyn Manor, I left my horse in the stables and was walking into the house when I met my father.
“Is all well?” he said.
“Thank you, yes,” I replied.
“I thought you looked a little…distrait.”
“Oh, did you?”
“You have something on your mind, have you not?”
I hesitated too long, and he said: “So, you have.”
As we crossed the hall, he took my arm and drew me into that little room which he used as his study.
“You shall tell me all about it,” he said.
I was nonplussed. He was the last person to whom I could have explained my innermost thoughts. I was quite fond of him, but we were scarcely close.
He looked at me steadily, and then said: “Come…tell me.”
I found myself saying: “I have had a proposal of marriage.”
The change in his expression surprised me.
He said sharply: “Who?”
I said: “Kirk…Kirkwell Carew. We have
known each other a long time and have always been good friends.”
His face darkened, and he cut me short.
“You declined, I hope?”
“Well, no…”
“What?”
I said: “No…not exactly.”
“Not exactly. And what does not exactly mean?”
“I have not said yes…yet.”
“That would save some trouble.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I have already decided on your husband.”
I stared at him in astonishment.
“I was going to tell you very soon. Are we not approaching your eighteenth birthday?”
“Yes, but…”
“Now listen to me. I am very fond of you, Kate. In fact, I did not believe I could be so fond. I like your spirit, your outlook on life. You are a complete Rosslyn.”
“Maggie says I am just like my mother.”
“That may be. But you are a Rosslyn too, and that is what I like. Now listen. These are my plans. If you married Sebastian, this would be your home. My daughter would inherit Rosslyn Manor. You see what I mean? All this would not have to go outside the direct line. Oh, Sebastian also has Rosslyn blood, but it is a very distant connection.”
I was hardly taking this in. Marry Sebastian! I could not believe I was hearing correctly.
“It would be quite in order. You are both of the family, of course, but the relationship between you is not close enough to give any cause for concern on that score. You are only remotely connected. As a matter of fact, first cousins have married in the family before now. My dear child, this has become the greatest wish of my life. If I could see you and Sebastian married, it would not matter so much that I had no son to follow me.”
“But Sebastian!” I said. “I had never thought of marrying Sebastian.”
“Of course you had not, but the idea has been brewing in my mind since we went to London. It came to me suddenly then, when I saw you in that setting. You were charming…so adaptable, so right in every way. Then I was afraid that you would become involved in some adventure with someone there. So I brought you back. You were very young then. And I have been waiting for the time to come…”
Even then I was too overcome by surprise to say much. I thought of Sebastian—charming, nonchalant Sebastian, who shrugged his shoulders at fate and accepted what came with that mild tolerance which in some way endeared him to one. I had often watched him while the others were fiercely expressing their views, but he sat back, smiling, unruffled.
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