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My father said: “A pack of silly girls. Their foolishness will be beaten out of them. What did they see?”
The girls looked at each other; they seemed as though they tried to find their voices and could not and were going off into hysterics again.
I said: “We’ll search the burial ground and see who’s there. It must be someone playing tricks.”
“Let’s go now,” cried Senara, her eyes alight with excitement. “Let’s go and see what it was that frightened those silly girls.”
Our guests were quite clearly amused by what was happening. Senara was chatting gaily to Squire Horgan’s son who was very taken with her.
“It must have been someone’s ghost,” she said. “We’ve lots of ghosts. Melanie, do you like ghosts? You’ll get to know them when you come to live here.”
Melanie smiled serenely and said that she would have to wait until she had made their acquaintance until she could tell Senara whether she liked them.
It was a beautiful moonlight night. “We should have had the musicians out here,” said Senara; “we could have danced in one of the courtyards.”
“The cobbles would have been hard on our feet,” I answered.
Senara came and walked on the other side of Fe
“Why did the ghost need the flickering light?” someone asked. “He could see well enough in the moonlight.”
Fe
There was a stone on the grave of the unknown sailor. On it had been printed in large black letters:
Murdered October 1600
Everyone crowded round to look.
I saw my father clench his hands; he cried: “Good God! Look at that.”
My stepmother came forward and stared at it. “Murdered,” she repeated. “What does it mean?”
“Some joker. By God, a poor joke. He’ll be flayed for this,” cried my father.
He pulled it from the earth and in an excess of anger threw it from him. It landed with a thud among some brambles.
He turned to the company and said: “This is the grave of a sailor who was washed up on our shores. My wife was anxious that he should be given decent burial. Some foolish joker put that stone there, hoping to frighten the maids. Come, we will go back to the hall. Those stupid girls will wish they had not disturbed us, I promise you.”
In the hall he commanded the musicians to play; but some of the gaiety had vanished. I noticed that Fe
We sat together on a window seat, neither being in the mood for dancing. I had imagined our sitting thus while he asked me to marry him; but after what we had seen in the burial ground, I realized that Fe
The next day, we talked of it.
“You see, Tamsyn,” he said, “it was in October 1600 that my father disappeared.”
“That was the year the sailor was buried. It was the year my mother died. It was on Christmas Day.”
“I couldn’t sleep last night,” said Fe
“Perhaps we shall discover,” I said.
He was shaken. So was I. I could see that the discovery of that strange stone had made it impossible for him to think of anything else.
He did not mention our betrothal.
And he rode back to Trystan Priory still not having spoken of it.
Yet the wedding was to be in a few weeks’ time and we should all travel to Trystan Priory to celebrate it.
AT HALLOWE’EN
THERE WAS GREAT EXCITEMENT in the preparations for the wedding. Co
Whatever his emotions, he liked the thought of getting married.
We did not discover who had put the stone on the unknown sailor’s grave. Strangely enough, my father had not pursued the inquiry as fully as I expected him to. The two hysterical serving girls who had interrupted the company’s entertainment were questioned, but all they would say was that they had seen lights in the burial ground, had been wagered they wouldn’t go and look, and then had gone out and seen the stone.
My father shrugged his shoulders and said it was someone’s idea of a joke and if he discovered who the culprit was he would discover it was something quite different.
Perhaps it was the excitement of the wedding which made people forget, but now the burial ground was included as yet another part of the castle in which ghosts lurked.
Senara, Merry, the seamstress and I were once more busy with our gowns. I was very excited at the prospect of seeing Fe
“I know what you’re thinking, Tamsyn,” she said. “You’re thinking he’s going to ask you this time. Perhaps he will. It will be so neat, won’t it? Melanie comes here and you go to Trystan. What an excellent arrangement, they will think. I shan’t. I don’t want that silly dull creature here.”
“I thought you considered me rather dull.”
“In a different way. A foil to my liveliness. She’s different. I don’t want her. Just think when we come back, she will be with us.”
“I believe she will be a very pleasant addition to the household.”
“I shall ignore her.”
“Poor girl, how upset she will be!”
“Don’t mock. What really concerns me is that the laggardly Fe
“That’s not true.”
“You can’t see yourself. All adoration and submissiveness! Asking him all the time to marry you.”
“I’m going to sleep.”
“You’re not,” she said.
“If we are to be fresh tomorrow we must sleep. It’s a long way to Trystan.”
“There’s a change in your voice when you mention the house, even. Confess, you are longing to be mistress of it.”
“I refuse to discuss such nonsense.”
“Nonsense it is. Listen to me, Tamsyn Casvellyn. You are not going to marry him. I’ll marry him myself rather. That would be fun, wouldn’t it? Suppose I married him instead of you? I will go to Trystan Priory. I will be the mistress there and poor Tamsyn will stay behind in Castle Paling until she is old and crabbed and filled with bitter envy because her blood-sister Senara married the hero of her dreams and lives happily ever after at Trystan Priory with her ten children and her handsome husband whom she has turned into the most attractive man on earth, for she is a witch, remember.”
“Good night, Senara.”
“I will not be dismissed.”
“Will you not? Then go rambling on for I intend to sleep.”
She went on talking and I pretended not to listen, and after a while she was quiet.
The next morning early the pack-horses were loaded with our baggage which contained our wedding finery, and in a big party at the head of which rode my father and my stepmother we set out for Trystan Priory.
What sad news awaited me there! Fe
Senara looked at me mischievously.
“I arranged it,” she whispered.
I turned away impatiently.
“When our Queen came from Denmark,” she went on, “the witches of Scotland and Norway raised storms so that she was almost lost at sea. If they could do that why should not someone be sent to sea?”