Chapter 28 #4
“Merry? I’m here.” Firm, strong hands came from the blackness to grip her shoulders. His fingertips brushed against the bare upper swell of her breast as he found her hand, carrying it to his body so she could find his braid. He felt her tremble, relax, stir.
“Devon told me,” she said softly. “I could hardly believe it. Who would have imagined that half the British aristocracy would be floating around the Atlantic on a pirate ship?”
“Two isn’t half,” he said dryly. “And in my case the link to the upper elect was a matter of pure chance. For all I know, Morgan had the papers with my birth date forged.”
“Don’t!” There was a kind of frantic anger in her voice.
“Don’t put new images in my head of Rand Morgan and his conspiracies.
I can’t live with another one. For months I’ve felt like someone’s tied me cross-shaped to a cartwheel and made me go around and around, head up, head down.
” She laid her cheek on his chest, feeling the embroidery pattern of his waistcoat on her skin, inhaling the faint aroma of cognac on his breath.
“Why did you keep running away from me tonight? Devon told me that you probably would but—I don’t understand. ”
“I know. I know you don’t. But it’s one of the few ways I can help you, sweetheart.
Don’t take it away from me.” Her fingers trembled slightly in his clasp; he tightened his grip gently and slid an arm around her.
“Back there”—a movement of his head indicated the direction of the house—“do they frighten you?”
“Not so far,” she said. “But they may eventually. Devon’s mother, Aline, seems to be terrified of them. Actually I met a soul or two I might like to become friends with.” The point of her nose was cold. She warmed it in his braid. With deliberate mildness: “What do they think of your earring?”
“They think it’s”—again the dry tone, although this time tinged with amusement—“very French. I know you’ve had too many surprises already. Could you abide another? It will please you, I think.”
Her curiosity aroused, she let him lead her through a pergola thick with the perfume of roses, content to let him guide her steps, since he seemed to be able to make his way through the darkness with confidence.
They spoke in low voices as they walked, the questions they asked each other careful, so careful, their answers careful also, because the subjects dealt with were sensitive ones.
He told her in a superficial way about his short time with his father, and she saw from the things he didn’t say how difficult it had been.
She told him, with humorously chosen details, about her short marriage to Devon; and he saw from the things she didn’t say that she was filled with doubts about her wisdom in beginning this life as a British duchess when another nation had her heart, and she still seemed hardly to believe that Devon really loved her.
Silent understanding, unspoken reassurances flowed between them as they strolled through the night, his head slightly bent to catch her whispers, his arm around her shoulders, hers lightly encircling his slim waist. A few minutes brought them to a terrace of flagstones set in sand, floating in patches of light from a Japanese temple lantern.
The sharp etherlike scent of peppermint wandered from the darkness beneath the trees surrounding the reaching branches of an aged apple tree with a wooden garden seat on wheels beneath.
She could see Cat’s face well as he turned to her.
“If I could produce one man for you, from the Joke, who would it be?”
Astonished, she stared at him for a moment. Then, hardly daring to hope, she said, “Raven?”
A distinct rustle came from the apple tree. Twigs bobbed.
“And what would you have done,” said a bright, euphonic drawl muffled by apple leaves, “if she’d said Sails?”
She looked up, laughing delightedly. Raven was lowering himself from the branches, flexing his loose limbs sinuously, like a snake with an inky curl falling from his red bandanna over one eye.
He offered her an apple and a lovingly mischievous smile.
“Taste it, m’love. ’Tis the fruit of knowledge,” he said, delivering the apple to one of her hands and the smile to her lips.
“Behave,” Cat said, “or we’re going to enact a new version of the story, and the serpent will be expelled from the garden.”
“Heavens, then, I’m tame!” Raven protested, releasing his laughing captive.
“You’re not,” Cat corrected him. “You’re more than half-sprung, but if I stay, someone’s bound to remark my absence, and I want to tell Devon where she is before he gets nervous, so—”
“So go back. I shall return her intact. Unless”—Raven swept Merry with a flattering inspection—“I decide to run off with her instead.” Over his shoulder: “Go on. I’ll keep her safe, you know.”
Casting an exasperated eye over Raven’s raffishly piratical appearance—the leather breeches and vest, the top boots, the knife belt with its bronze dagger—Cat said, “Try not to let anyone see you then, or God knows how we’ll explain it.”
Cat’s quiet footsteps disappeared swiftly, and Merry couldn’t resist throwing herself into Raven’s arms a second time, exclaiming, “How on earth did you know to come?”
Raven conquered the venal temptation to prolong the embrace and gently disentangled himself from it as he said, “Cat told me. The Joke docked in London three days ago, and after Morgan told us about how Cat had gone to stay with his fine gent of a father, Will and I decided to pay him a visit. What a mistake! For one thing, we should have thought not to wear our bandoliers—scared the deuce out of his servants. And then, when we were walking with Cat to a sitting room on the upper floor, a little chambermaid with her arms full of bed linen stepped from one of the doors. No sooner does she set her brown eyes on us than she drops her armload at her feet and shrinks back to the wall squeaking out ‘No, no’ like she was in a play. Well, you know how it is with Will. He wouldn’t have paid the least heed to her, but that was like issuing him an invitation.
Tossed her down on Cat’s bed and kissed the wits out of her—or so you’d think, the way she squawked about it after, poor chit.
Lord Cathcart was there in a flash and his manservants, speakin’ bandog and bedlam.
I wanted to hide under the bedclothes, I was so embarrassed.
Damn that Will. Mind you, we’ve all of us been a little off our stride since you’ve been gone.
Miss you, y’know. D’y’know what I did until you took supper?
Watched you through one of the upper windows. ”
“No! Did you?” she asked, starting to laugh again. “I wish I’d known. But I don’t know why you think you have to sneak a visit with me when you’ll see Cat openly.”
“You funny little thing, what would you’ve had me do?
Come in and ask you for a dance? It wasn’t my kind of an affair, I promise you!
Was that your aunt that came in with you?
Pretty, slim lady? I didn’t have a bit of trouble picking out Devon’s mother—saw her dancing a boulangère with Lord Cathcart.
Handsome woman, even with that red wine mustache.
She has hair just like Devon’s; looks as though it were spun from sunlight.
And there was Cat, prinked up like he came out of a bandbox with his braid in a velvet ribbon.
” His liquid gaze dropped to her throat, making, with a smile, a professional assessment of the jewels nestled there.
“How does it feel to be holding up a king’s ransom in stones? ”
“They’re uncomfortably heavy. Devon’s grandmother sent them, and although Aline said I didn’t have to wear them if I didn’t want to, there didn’t seem to be any compelling reason to offend the dowager by refusing.
It’s such a large necklace, the dressmaker had to cut the gown especially to accommodate it.
” He gave her a grin which told her he’d noticed, and she said, in a retort to the grin, “How are you finding London then?”
“What this city needs,” the young pirate said, “is a good sewer. And I don’t just mean the Thames neither!
Dirty brothels too. You’re hard put to see a thing you want to sit down on, much less lie on.
At sea all a soul wants to do is sight land, but once we dock, it don’t take long to get bored with the wenching and the boozing.
It’s a disciplined life, the sea, and the truth of it is, I don’t adjust so readily to leisure, especially when it’s in a port where I have to watch the riot and rumpus I can kick up.
But I’m not sorry we’ll be fixed here for a while—because it’s plain as a pulpit you can use your friends.
Here I thought to find you every bit aglow, but that doesn’t seem to be the case.
You’ve got more on your chest than sparkling rocks, no matter what Devon says about how certain he is that he’s going to make you happy, even if he has to pull stars from heaven and lay them in your hands to do it. ”
“Raven! Have you talked with him? He’s been in London six days and only returned to Teasel Hill late this afternoon. Did he visit the Joke?”
“You could say so. He came last night to the Joke and had a turnup with Morgan that they could hear halfway to Guernsey. Nor was Devon too pleased with Sails, neither, being as he was in Morgan’s confidence the whole time.
What I didn’t learn then about how it was with you, Cat told me this afternoon. ”
Blushing a little in the fluttering light, Merry said, “You must have been astonished to learn that he… about the marriage!”