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“What did you say?” I said, taken aback. He had never spoken my name before, I had expected him to call me Ha
“Sea,” he repeated obediently, and wriggled to be put down.
Calais was a different place with the walls breached and the sides of the castle smeared with black oil from the siege, the stones darkened with smoke from the fire. The captain’s face was grim when we came into the harbor and saw the English ships, which had been fired where they were moored, at the harbor wall, like so many heretics at the stake. He tied up with military smartness and slapped down the gangplank like a challenge. I took Da
It was dreamlike, to go into the ruins of my old home. I saw streets and houses that I knew; but some of them were missing walls or roofs, and there had been a terrible toll paid by the thatched houses, they were all but destroyed.
I did not want to go down the street where my husband and I once lived, I was afraid of what I might find. If our house was still standing, and his mother and sisters were still there, I did not know how to reconcile with them. If I met his mother and she was angry with me and wanted to take Da
Instead I went with the captain and the armed guard up to the castle under our white pe
When he had no response, he said it again, pitched a little higher.
“Captain, would you like me to speak for you, I can speak French?” I offered.
He turned to me with relief. “Can you? That might help. Why doesn’t the fool answer me?”
I stepped forward a little and said to the commander in French: “Captain Gatting offers his apologies but he ca
He bowed slightly. “Madam, I am obliged to you. The men are mustered and ready. The civilians are to be released first and then the soldiers will march down to the harbor. Their weapons will not be returned. It is agreed?”
I translated for the captain and he scowled at me. “We ought to get the weapons back,” he said.
I shrugged. All I could think of was Daniel, waiting somewhere inside the castle for his release. “We can’t.”
“Tell him very well; but tell him that I’m not best pleased,” the captain said sourly.
“Captain Gatting agrees,” I said smoothly in French.
“Please come inside.” The commander led us over the drawbridge and into the i
“Commandant, I am seeking my husband, Daniel Carpenter, a civilian,” I said. “I ca
“Daniel Carpenter?” he asked. He turned and snapped an order at the man guarding the civilians.
“Daniel Carpenter!” the man bawled out.
In the middle of one of the ranks a man came forward. “Who asks for him?” said Daniel, my husband.
I closed my eyes for a moment as the world seemed to shift all around me.
“I am Daniel Carpenter,” Daniel said again, not a quaver in his voice, stepping forward on the very brink of freedom, greeting whatever new danger might threaten him without a moment’s hesitation.
The commander beckoned him to come forward and moved to one side so that I could see him. Daniel saw me for the first time and I saw him go very pale. He was older-looking, a little weary, he was thi
“Daniel,” I whispered. “My Daniel!”
“Ah, Ha
Behind us, the civilians were signing their names and marching out to freedom. I did not hear the shouted orders or the tramp of their feet. All I could see, all I could know, was Daniel.
“I ran away,” I said. “I am sorry. I was afraid and I did not know what to do. Lord Robert gave me safe passage to England and I went back to Queen Mary. I wrote to you at once. I would not have gone without you if there had been any time to think.”
Gently, he stepped forward and took my hand. “I have dreamed and dreamed of you,” he said quietly. “I thought you had left me for Lord Robert when you had the chance.”
“No! Never. I knew at once that I wanted to be with you. I have been trying to get a letter to you. I have been trying to reach you. I swear it, Daniel. I have thought of nothing and no one but you, ever since I left.”
“Have you come back to be my wife?” he asked simply.
I nodded. At this most important moment I found I lost all my fluency. I could not speak. I could not argue my case, I could not persuade him in any one of my many languages. I could not even whisper. I just nodded emphatically, and Da
I had hoped Daniel would be glad and snatch me up into his arms, but he was somber. “I will take you back,” he said solemnly. “And I will not question you, and we will say no more about this time apart. You will never have a word of reproach from me, I swear it; and I will bring this boy up as my son.”
For a moment, I did not understand what he meant, and then I gasped. “Daniel, he is your son! This is your son by your woman. This is her son. We were ru
“He is mine?” he asked wonderingly. He looked at the child for the first time and saw, as anyone would have to see, the dark eyes which were his own, and the brave little smile.
“He is mine too,” I said jealously. “He knows that he is my boy.”
Daniel gave a little half laugh, almost a sob, and put his arms out. Da
Daniel nodded, and pointed to his own chest. “Father,” he said. Da
“Your father,” Daniel said.
He took my hand and tucked it firmly under his arm, as he held his son tightly with the other. He walked to the dispatching officer and gave his name and was ticked off their list. Then together we walked toward the open portcullis.
“Where are we going?” I asked, although I did not care. As long as I was with him and Da
“We are going to make a home,” he said firmly. “For you and me and Daniel. We are going to live as the People, you are going to be my wife, and his mother, and one of the Children of Israel.”