Lion Triumphant

Honey stood by the door, trembling. I lay still waiting. He burst open the door and stood there.

“For God’s sake go away,” muttered Honey. “You are mad to come in here.”

“Where is she? It’s a trick. I’ll not be tricked.”

Honey tried to hold him off. “We went to Pe

He came to the bed and looked down on me.

“Good God!” he whispered, and I wanted to burst into laughter. How grotesque I must look. He will have done with me forever! I thought.

I muttered as though in delirium, “Who’s that? … Carey… Is that you, Carey … my love … ?”

And I wondered that I could laugh inwardly while I said his name. But I did and I was exultant because I could see the incredulous fear and horror on that bold and hated face.

He had turned a different shade. It was visible even beneath the bronzed skin. He stretched out a hand and drew it back.

He turned to Honey.

“It is indeed … true …” he murmured.

“Go,” said Honey. “Every moment you spend here you are in danger.”

He went; I heard his heavy tread on the stairs. I sat up in my bed and laughed.

The days began to pass. They were tedious, monotonous. There was little to do. We worked tapestry, but it was not much to my taste. Often I saw Jake Pe

Once I suggested to Honey that we slip out at night and ride by moonlight. She pointed out to me that if we were discovered, even by one of the servants, all our efforts would have been in vain.

So I resisted the temptation; but how dull were the days!

My death was expected daily and it was considered something of a miracle that I was still alive. It was remembered that there had been an aura of mystery about my father. Honey was the great-granddaughter of a witch. The story went around that she had remedies which could cure even the sweat.

Jake rode over every day, but he didn’t come into the house. He talked to the servants. He questioned them closely. Perhaps he was still suspicious.

The plan was working satisfactorily in more ways than one, because it was giving John Gregory time to make his plans in comfort. Everyone was chary of visiting Trewynd when the sweating sickness was there.

After three weeks of this life Honey brought news.

Jake Pe

From my window I surreptitiously watched the activity on the Hoe. They were loading fast; the little boats were going back and forth. I was fascinated. And at last came the day when the Rampant Lion drew up her anchor and sailed away, taking Jake Pe

He had written to me and the letter was delivered while I was watching the ship fade into the distance.

“The voyage will wait no longer, so I go earlier the sooner to be back,” he had written. “You will be waiting for me.”

I laughed exultantly. I had won.

As soon as the Rampant Lion had sunk below the horizon my recovery began. In a week I was about again. It was a long week, but we had to give our subterfuge some semblance of truth. The servants were amazed. Few people contracted the sweat and lived. Moreover, Honey had nursed me and come through unscathed.

Je

She regarded me with something like awe. “They be saying, Mistress,” she told me, “that you have powers.”

I was not displeased that this should be said.

“They be saying that you be the daughter of him who was a saint. Didn’t he come not like others come and go in a mysterious way? And the mistress herself … she come from witches. That’s what they be saying.”

I nodded. “Well, here you see me, Je

“It be a miracle, Mistress.”

The days were long and the zest had gone out of them. The Hoe had none of the old excitement when the Rampant Lion no longer rode the waves and there was no danger of Jake Pe

I began to think of going home to the Abbey. My mother would be pleased to see me.

Perhaps because there was so little of interest I began to notice Je

She often went to the stables and I had come upon her once or twice in conversation with Richard Rackell.

I was sure they were lovers. Je

“So Eve must have looked when she ate the apple,” I said.

“Perhaps we should get them married,” said Honey. “Edward does not like immorality among the servants. And Je

I tackled Je

“Oh, Mistress, and what when he comes back?”

“Who?” I asked sharply, knowing full well to whom she referred.

“The master … the Captain.”

“Since when has he been master in this household?”

“Well, Mistress, he be master wherever he be I reckon.”

“That’s nonsense, Je

“But he have spoken for you.”

“You don’t understand these matters. What I want to say to you is this. You go down to the stables often.”

The deep red stain in her cheeks told me I had come to the right conclusion. She cast down her head and her fingers plucked at her gown. I was sorry for her. Poor Je

“Very well, Je

“Yes, Mistress.”

“The master—the only master of this house—will be displeased if he hears of your conduct. He expects good Christian behavior from his servants.”

Her lips trembled and I put my arm about her. I had been brusque with her because with the utmost ease Jake Pe

“Now, Je

“Oh, yes, Mistress, it does in truth.”

“Very well, I will see if I can arrange it.”