My dearest Tamsyn, how I should love to join you, but I fear the journey would be too much for me. Perhaps later you would come to me. I have not been very well. Edwina is often here. I shall look forward to your being here soon, my dear child. Let me know about Fenn’s visit.
It was high summer when they came—Fenn, his sister Melanie, his mother and their servants. They were to stay for a week and my stepmother had made great preparations for them. She had evidently taken a fancy to the family; I was worldly enough to know that it was because they were rich. They had large estates about Trystan Priory and although in the beginning they had lost money in the trading venture there were rumours that that was now proving very successful.
When they arrived a warm welcome was given them. My stepmother was gracious and charming and my father too received them with a show of pleasure. Fenn looked pleased to be back and I was thrilled to see that when his eyes alighted on me they showed clearly his pleasure. There was something open and candid about him; he was the sort of man who would never be able to hide his feelings even if he wanted to. His sister Melanie was rather like him in appearance; she was quiet and gentle in manners; and their mother was a very gracious lady. I couldn’t help thinking that Trystan Priory must be a very pleasant, comfortable household.
Fenn was put into the Red Room once more; and Melanie and her mother shared a room close by.
Supper that night was taken in one of the smaller rooms—so that we could talk together, said my stepmother, before other guests arrived. So there were my father, my stepmother, Fenn, his sister and mother, and Connell, Senara and myself. Conversation was of the estates and of the trading company of which Fenn spoke with such enthusiasm and how pleasant it was for families like ours to get to know each other.
I could scarcely sleep that night; nor could Senara. We lay awake on our pallets talking about the evening.
“What mild people they are,” commented Senara. “They look as if nothing could arouse them. I have a good mind to set fire to their bedchamber. I daresay that girl Melanie would sit up in bed and say: ‘How strange. I believe the room is on fire,’ and then calmly walk out as though nothing had happened. Shall I set fire to it just to see if I’m right?”
“What a horrible idea! You do think of the strangest things.”
“One day I shall do them.”
“Please, Senara, you know I hate you to talk like that.”
“Why should I care what you hate? I hate to see you looking at that Fenn as though he’s Sir Lancelot or one of those knights who were irresistible to the ladies. You don’t care about that.”
“You have a very jealous nature.”
“Anyone who feels anything is jealous. It is only people like you and your silly Landors who don’t. They’re calm because they don’t feel anything. I think you’re all made of straw.”
I laughed at her, which infuriated her.
“Don’t think you are the only one who knows about love.” Her voice broke and there was a sob in it. “I wonder what is happening to Dickon now.”
“I dare say he found another post teaching music and dancing to a susceptible young girl. They now gaze at each other over the table and he sings songs to her as he plays his lute.”
“Don’t talk so,” cried Senara.
“I’m sorry. Do you still care about him?”
“Of course I don’t, but I don’t want him laughed at.”
“I’m not laughing at him. I’m sorry for him. I hope he found a good post quickly.”
She changed the subject. “That Melanie will soon be living here. They’ve chosen her for Connell.”
“What!”
“It’s true. Merry heard them talking about it and she told me. It’s more or less arranged. They only have to like each other. Connell will, I dare say. His father wants him to, so he has to; and as long as he can frolic with the serving wenches he’s ready to marry whoever is chosen for him.”
“Where do you get such ideas?”
“I keep my eyes open. Servants talk to me more than they do to you. They’d be afraid to tell you. You’re so proper.”
“Connell and Melanie,” I said.
“Don’t sound so surprised. Is it not obvious? It’s time Connell married … you know, get sons to carry on the line. Connell will be rich—he’ll inherit all this … and she will have a good dowry, you can be sure. Just imagine, in a little while I’ll warrant we have dear prim little Melanie installed as our sister.”
“Well, I think Connell will be lucky.”
“You would! And Connell, what of him? He won’t get much fun with her, I’ll swear. Well, the serving girls are always willing when it is the master of the house, which he will be in time.”
“You talk too freely, Senara.”
“What should I do? Cloak my thoughts as you do … or try to. Don’t think I don’t know you, Tamsyn Casvellyn. I see clearly what is in your mind. You betray it and if you did not I have means …”
I laughed aloud. “Oh, I see, this is the witch’s daughter speaking.”
“Never underestimate a witch, Tamsyn.”
“How many more times do I have to tell you not to speak of yourself as a witch. It’s dangerous and growing more so.”
“This is only in the four walls of our bedchamber. I trust you, Tamsyn, not to betray me. You would never betray anyone. Least of all your sister, Senara. We are sisters, Tamsyn. Do you remember when I made you cut your wrist and I cut mine and we mingled our blood and swore that we would come to the aid of the other when that one was in danger?”
I laughed. “How you loved those dramatic gestures when you were a child.”
“I love them still. It’s part of my witch’s nature.”
“Hush!”
“What! Do you think the witchfinders are lurking in the court cupboard? Do you think they are going to spring out and search my body for the marks? There are no marks on my body, Tamsyn, not yet.”
“Go to sleep,” I said.
“I can’t sleep. I’m thinking of the future. Of Melanie coming here and your going away. An exchange, that’s what they want—you will go to Trystan Priory as the bride of holy Fenn and Melanie comes here to take your place. I won’t have it. I won’t have her in place of you. You are my blood-sister and where you go I shall go.”
“I could take you with me.”
“See, you have already made up your mind to go. Do not think that I shall allow you to go to your lover. I must have a lover; or I must be with you. Perhaps I will take your lover and I will be the one to go to Trystan Priory as the bride and you will come there and stay with me. That would be a complete turn about.”
“I never heard such nonsense. I am going to sleep now if you won’t.”
“Tamsyn,” she wailed.
But I did not answer her. I lay still pretending to sleep but of course I could not. I kept thinking about Connell’s marrying Melanie. I did not think she would be very happy. Then I thought of my marrying Fenn and going to Trystan Priory which would be my home for ever after.
The next morning Fenn asked me if I would take a ride with him. I was very happy to agree to this and I wondered whether during the ride he would ask me to marry him.
Before we went to the stables he said he would like to visit the burial grounds and we did. The rosemary bush was flourishing.
“I watched over it,” I said. “See this creeper. It is going from my mother’s to the grave of the unknown sailor.”
“In time,” he said, “it will cover them both.”
He stood up and took my hands in his.
“Thank you for caring for this grave, Tamsyn. I dare say you will think I am fanciful. You see, I don’t know where my father lies and in a way this is a sort of substitute.”
“I understand absolutely. I should feel the same. Rest assured that I will always care for the grave.”
He looked at me very solemnly and I thought: This is the moment. But then I heard someone calling my name. “Tamsyn. Tamsyn,
where are you?”
It was Senara.
She was at the edge of the burial ground, dressed in her riding habit. It was of mulberry-coloured velvet and she had a riding hat, rather like a man’s, with a band about it and feather at the back. She seemed to grow more beautiful every day; she was beginning to look very like her mother, but the mysterious look of her mother in her was a vitality which made her more human than her mother could ever be.
She studied us rather mockingly. “Why,” she said, “you are about to ride too. Why should we not all go together?”
Other guests arrived at the castle. When we rode out it was in a large company. My father hunted the deer some miles inland and made up a party. Fenn was in this and they were away two whole days, for the forest was so far that it took them some hours to get there and they were staying the night at a hunting lodge which belonged to a friend of my father’s who was entertaining the party there.
That meant that Melanie and her mother were left for us to look after. Melanie was very interested in the domestic side of the castle. She met some of the servants. Merry said afterwards that she was a very gracious lady and she hoped Master Connell would not be another such as his father.
I was very drawn to Melanie—perhaps because she was Fenn’s sister. Senara dismissed her as spiritless; but then Senara judged everyone by herself.
When the men returned they brought some fine deer with them and these were to be roasted for the grand banquet which would be given on the night before the Landors returned.
In the afternoon of that day Connell and Melanie went riding together. I went with Senara because she was determined to come. I knew that she was not going to leave me alone with Fenn. I could not help smiling, because I was sure that if Fennimore intended to ask me to marry him he would not be deterred by Senara. I was amazed too by the force of Senara’s affection for me, if it was affection. Or was it perhaps the determination that I should not have what she could not?
There was a great deal of chatter in our bedchamber as we prepared for the banquet. Senara’s gown was of red silk and her petticoat of embroidered damask, and the silk divided in the skirt to give an ample view of this magnificent petticoat; her bodice was tightly laced with gold thread; on her head she wore a jewelled ornament which her mother had given her. When she was dressed she studied me. “You look quite beautiful in your blue velvet,” she told me, her head on one side. “Now, Merry, who is the more beautiful do you think?”
Merry looked embarrassed and said “Do not ask such questions.”
“You discomfort poor Merry,” I said. “You know you are so why do you wish to make her say it?”
“It is always good to speak the truth,” said Senara demurely.
What a night that was. The smell of roasting venison filled the castle; the great table in the hall was laden with food of all descriptions; there was beef and mutton besides the venison; and all manner of pies and pastries of which the people of our part of the country were especially fond. Squab and lammy and taddage all served with clotted cream which made them over rich for my liking; I preferred those savoured with herbs and some of the flowers like marigolds and primroses when they were in season. Before the banquet began dash-an-darras, the stirrup cup, was lavishly taken which meant that the company was in high spirits before it reached the table.
There mead and metheglin were freely served, with sloe gin and wines made from cowslips, and gillyflowers. When the company had eaten its fill and the musicians were about to play, my father stood up and said he had news to impart which gave him great pleasure.
“My friends,” he said, “you are this day celebrating the betrothal of my son Connell and Melanie, whose mother and brother are here with us. Alas, that her father could not be here also, but I promise her she will find in me one who is willing and eager to take his place.”
There was a filling of goblets and glasses and toasts were drunk and Connell and Melanie rose and stood beside my father holding hands in the traditional way.
I caught Fenn’s eye and I could see that he was pleased. Indeed everyone seemed to think the betrothal highly suitable.
Then my father called to the musicians to play and he rose from the table and, taking Melanie by the hand, he opened the dance with her. Connell took Melanie’s mother as his partner and Fenn took me. Others of the company fell in behind us and we danced round the hall. Some of our guests remained at the table drinking and watching us as we danced.
I said to Fenn: “This betrothal pleases you.”
“I like well,” he replied, with a pressure on my hand, “that our families should be united. If your brother makes my sister happy I shall be well content.”
“I trust he will,” I answered fervently.
“There has been a restraint between our families because of my aunt’s marriage to your father. It was wrong of my grandmother to blame him for her death. She was somewhat unbalanced and became very strange before she died. But that is over now. Now there will be friendship between us.”
I was happy dancing with Fenn. I felt certain that our families were going to be united by more than that marriage tie.
Then the happiness of the evening disintegrated. Above the sound of the music came the sound of piercing screams. The dancers stopped; so did the musicians. My father cried angrily: “What means this?” But the screaming went on.
The door at one end of the hall opened into the kitchens and it was from this direction that the screaming came. Senara and I were close behind my father as he flung open the door.
Two of the serving-girls were being held up by others and they were the ones who were making the noise.
“Silence,” cried my father.
So great was their fear of him that he could silence them whatever the state of their minds.
I saw that Merry was there. She curtsied and said: “Master, these two girls have seen something terrible.”
All the guests were crowding round the door and my father said: “You’ll be whipped for this. What think you you are doing, disturbing my guests in this way?”
My stepmother had taken charge. She said: “The girls are beside themselves with fear. You had better tell me what has happened.”
“’Twas what they did see, Mistress,” said Merry.
“Let them speak for themselves,” said my stepmother. “Jane. Bet. What was it?”
The two who had been screaming stared at my stepmother with round frightened eyes. But they had recovered their senses. They were as frightened of her as they were of my father—though for different reasons and I had at times wondered which they feared most, the whipping which he would order or the vague terror which the thought of witchcraft could inspire.
“We did see a light, Mistress.”
“A light! What light?”
“’Twas in the burial ground … ’Twas moving hither and thither, like … a ghostly light. ’Twere not natural.”
“Is that all? You saw a light and you make this noise?”
“Bet, she said to me she’d wager I wouldn’t go with her … and I said I would and then we wished we hadn’t, but we went and … oh, Mistress, I dursen’t speak of it.”
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 Fenn as we came into the burial ground.
“Why did the ghost need the flickering light?” someone asked. “He could see well enough in the moonlight.”
Fenn and I with Senara had walked over to the spot we knew so well. Senara gave a cry and said: “Look.”
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 Fenn was particularly affected.
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 Fennimore could think of nothing else. He had so identified that unknown sailor with his father that he was shocked to see that inscription on his grave and he could not get it out of his mind.
The next day, we talked of it.
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