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The Devil's Own

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by Christopher Nicole


  'You'll fill out,' she told him. 'It will be my charge. I did hate you, Kit. When I got out of that water butt. I hated you all the way back to the ship. In many ways you owe a great deal to my father. For when I continued to curse you as I changed my clothes, he interrupted me to point out that you had acted as you did because you had fallen in love with me at first sight. And when I looked back upon it, it seemed obvious.'

  The towels were spread under his raised body, to protect the sheets, and now the hands were gently washing him, while the water itself seemed filled with Marguerite's perfume.

  'But you did not come back,' he said. Dreaming. There could be no other answer, for him to be lying here, in the midst of five women, one of whom had filled every dream for five years.

  'Why should I?' she asked. 'You certainly deserved to be punished. Besides, I had more important things on my mind. My marriage. It took place almost as soon as I returned to Antigua. I was seventeen. It took five months to consummate the event. Harry was seventy-two. Believe me, Kit, in producing in him a condition which would make me a woman, I learned more about male anatomy than you know, I'd wager.'

  'You've an uncommonly vulgar tongue.' He was surprised by his own anger.

  'Which you must learn to live with. Everyone else has had to do so.' She ceased rocking and got up, to stand next to the bed as the towels were folded over him and the soft fingers gently dried him. 'I only say what I wish to say, and hide nothing. It is the only way to live.'

  'And you care not whom you offend.'

  'That will do,' she told the girls. A clean nightshirt was produced and dropped over his shoulders, and she herself saw that it was neatly settled. Then she lifted the sheets over his body. By now the last of the girls had left, and the door was closed. 'I care not whom I offend,' she said. 'Harry did me but one honest service in his entire life. He managed to remain alive until my twenty-first birthday. So now, you see, I am at once the most beautiful and the most wealthy woman in all the Leeward Islands. That combination also makes me the most powerful and the most independent.' She smoothed the sheet, and then sat beside him. 'I made but one resolution, which I propose to keep; that when I married again it would be to a man who not only would warm my bed, successfully, but would also be fit to stand beside me on all other occasions.'

  She was no longer smiling; her eyes seemed possessed of a life of their own, separated from her body, shrouding him.

  'You are too straight for me,' Kit confessed. 'You have my brain in a whirl. And I doubt you know what you do. I marched with Morgan, on Panama.'

  'So I have been reminded, endlessly. I would have thought that proved you at least a man.'

  'Have you any idea what can happen, when a town is sacked, and when there is as much hatred as hangs on the very air in these West Indies? How can you, living in this wealth and splendour and security of which you boast.'

  'You have been delirious, from time to time, this last week,' she said softly. 'What was her name? Isabella? I sometimes feel I know the child.' She picked up his hand and turned it over, looked at the palm. 'Perhaps hands that are guilty are those I seek.' She smiled at him. 'Am I not a shameless hussy? Oh, I had all but forgot you, Kit Hilton. Until the day you reappeared in St John's with that detestable Parke. So he was your friend. But he was none the less detestable. He called here with my father, and had the nerve to make advances to me.'

  'He told me none of this.'

  She got up, restlessly, her robe swirling to give a hint of bare shoulder underneath. 'Why should he, and arouse your jealousy? But he told me much of you, Kit. Or of your desire for me. He found it amusing. As well bring the earth and the sun into a common field, he said.'

  'Like you,' Kit said, 'he is uncommonly straight. You'd have made a good pair.'

  She stood before the window, gazing at her fields. 'I understood him to be speaking the truth. But come. You have been considered missing for a week. Now that Spalding has found you out, the news will be shouted from one end of the island to the other by nightfall. Is there anyone you wish informed of your whereabouts?'

  'Agrippa.'

  She turned, frowning. 'There is a strange relationship. I am not sure it is a healthy one.'

  'Will you choose my friends, madam? I am grateful to you for saving my life, believe me. But I will not be ruled. Agrippa and I have seen much together.'

  'He held the arms while you made free with the body,' she said, the contempt returning to her voice. 'Very well. I will have him informed. What of the Christianssens?'

  'They also, if you would be so kind.'

  She came back across the room, slowly. Her fingers played with the bow of her sash. 'Tell me about this girl, Lilian.'

  'You are mistaken there, madam,' Kit said. 'She is only a girl, and she is also, as you keep reminding me, a Quaker. She knows naught of the feelings that can be created between a man and a woman, nor does she seek to learn, before her marriage. She regards me as a lost soul.'

  'My question concerned your regard for her.'

  'She is one of the few people who have shown me kindness, if that is what you mean.'

  She stood by the bed, sucking her upper lip under her teeth in a peculiarly thoughtful gesture, a mixture of decision and apprehension, he thought. 'I shall tell her you are here, and close to regaining your health,' she said. 'I shall invite her to visit you, so that you may compare between us.'

  'Your boast of straightness does you little credit, madam,' Kit said. 'By many that act would be considered treacherous.' Now why, he wondered, was he quarrelling with her? He worshipped the ground on which she walked, and she had saved his life, at the very least. But still her arrogance, her total assumption that what she desired would necessarily happen, was impossible to bear.

  Her mouth relaxed, and she smiled. 'What is the business of living and loving, and dying, but inexpressibly treacherous?' She sat beside him again, seized his hands. 'I told you, I had forgotten your existence, until you reappeared. Until you became the talk of St John's. Kit Hilton, the buccaneer, the murderer and rapist and robber and pirate, the man who sailed with Morgan. Oh, you have set our delicate ears in a tizzy, Kit. I avoided you because I wanted you to come to me. I knew you would. And so I waited. For three long weeks. I would not see you when you came, and I would have made you wait even longer, but for your visit to Goodwood. I was there. Did you know that, Kit? I was visiting Aunt Celestine, when you came storming in. I watched you, from the upstairs window. And you never thought to look. Oh, you were splendid, in your anger, in your defiance of Papa. I had thought there was only one person in the whole world would ever do that: me. I knew then that you were what I wanted. That you were what I would have. I watched you being beaten insensible by those black bastards. There was naught I could do, then. I did not wish to reveal my intention, for fear that Papa would have you murdered before I could protect you. For he is that ruthless a man, you know, Kit. He is nearly as ruthless as I. But yet he is not, quite. And so I stood at the window, and exchanged pleasantries with my aunt, while you were savaged, and then stayed a while longer and took a cup of sangaree with Papa, while your battered body was removed and thrown into a ditch, and only after a reasonable time did I leave, and pick you up, and bring you here.'

  There were pink spots in her cheeks, and her whole personality glowed. A thought crossed his mind, that if, in possessing her love, he was experiencing the most tremendous emotion he had ever known, what must it be like to know her hate? 'And do you not fear his anger now?'

  'On Green Grove?' She smiled, and he knew, what it would be like to feel her hate. Hell would be pleasant in comparison. 'On Green Grove, I fear nobody on the face of this earth, Kit. With you at my side, restored to health, I should fear nobody off Green Grove, either.' Her fingers tugged at the bow, and her robe fell apart. She wore nothing underneath. Once he had supposed she might possess the body of an athlete. Once he had done no more than dream.

  But here was no dream. She possessed the body of an athlete, bu
t of a woman athlete, not a girl; she had been brought to womanhood by a man old enough to be her grandfather, who had done no more than make her bloom, and then left her, in full flower. Waiting to be plucked. When she was ready. When he had the strength.

  Dawn on Green Grove brought the sun flooding through the open french windows, picking out flashes of light from the crystal drops of the chandelier. Dawn was at once lazy and active, a time for reflection and a moment for testing a growing strength.

  Kit rolled on his side, and the woman's head slipped from his shoulder. Her brown hair, so rich and so thick, was damp with sweat, and clung to her temples and her back. Her body was concealed beneath the sheets but was there for his hands, a treasure house of magnificent joy compared with which Panama City had been a hovel. He could caress her breasts; they were large, surprisingly so for so young a body, overflowing from his hands, soft and yet firm, with nipples which flared into life at his touch, even while she slept. He could search her waist, and count her ribs, for never was flesh so slenderly fine. He could spread over her thighs, and cup her glorious buttocks, more firm yet than her breasts, or slide round to explore the tropical forest which matted her groin with amazing luxuriance. And beyond, the ultimate paradise sought by man. As yet explored only by his fingers, although she had slept here for four nights. But each day, and each night, had seen an increase of strength, and soon ... as her own fingers were now establishing. Her eyes were open, and her breath rushed against his face as she smiled.

  'I must make haste,' she said. 'For I am determined you shall have no entry until we are wed. Am I not a prude?'

  She laughed, as he would have searched further, and rolled away from him, and out of the bed, to stand for a moment, a glistening drop of marvellous womanhood that quite put the sun-gleaming chandelier to shame, while she listened to the bell tolling, bringing the slaves from their quarters, the overseers from their beds.

  ‘I shall return early this day,' she said. 'And meanwhile, the girls will dress you in your best.' She had sent to town for his clothes.

  He frowned at her. 'You mean to marry me today?'

  Again she laughed, a peal which echoed through the room. 'When I marry you, Christopher Hilton, it shall be an occasion not readily forgotten by Antigua. But today I shall declare my purpose. I have invited Papa for lunch, and if you can mount so hard and firm an assault at my gate you can certainly sit yourself for a meal. You are well again, Kit. Today we are betrothed.'

  He raised himself on his elbow. Certainly this was easy enough. 'Philip Warner comes here, today?'

  'I saw no alternative. It is near a week since Spalding will have carried him the news that you are here. And throughout that time he has ignored me. He considers that I am a lonely widow whose bed needs warming, and that I have chosen you to honour a passing fancy. We will surprise him, Kit.' She pulled on her undressing-robe as she went to the door, and there checked. 'But you will be polite. You are not yet strong enough to sustain the burden of a duel, nor would I have one between my father and my future husband. Leave the extravagant gestures to me, if you will. I request this especially of you, in case he arrives before I return from aback.'

  'Then why go at all?'

  'Because I am the mistress of Green Grove, darling Kit. I must be seen in the fields at least once in every day, as I must sit in judgement over my slaves at least once in every day, lest they forget that I am here, and that they fear me.' She smiled. 'Soon enough the responsibility will be yours, and be sure that I shall welcome the rest.'

  The door closed, and he was left to wonder at just what the day would bring, although without apprehension. Apprehension was not a practicable emotion when in the dazzling company of Marguerite Templeton. And even wonder was clouded by memory, as he lay on the pillows and beneath the sheets still warm from the contact of her body, and still overhung with her scent.

  And soon enough there was no time even for that, as the maidservants came to bathe him and help him dress, in his best blue coat, giggling and chattering amongst themselves, and all the while insisting that he make haste, for there were gentlemen waiting to see him.

  'Already?' he demanded, and discovered he was sweating. But at last they pronounced him fit to be seen in public, and so for the first time he left the bedroom. And entered a world he had not supposed to exist. First of all he found himself on a wide, deep gallery, which circled the upper storey, allowing the stairwell in the centre to descend to the lower floor. Off the gallery opened the doors of at least five bedchambers, all ajar, at the moment, while from the sound of cleaning and beating and rustling which emanated from every doorway he could not doubt that apart from his own four attendants there was an army of maids in each room, engaged upon putting it to rights, even if, so far as he knew, Marguerite and he alone slept in the house.

  The gallery itself was floored with polished wood, and the walls were lined with paintings, of some quality, he estimated, mostly depicting scenes in and around Antigua. Most surprising of all, there was no ceiling to this centre of the house, but merely the rafters, beyond which the timbers of the roof could be seen, and above them the shingles, with four skylights controlled by great ropes on pulleys from the gallery itself. Certainly the amount of air made for coolness.

  Then there was the staircase, circular as it rounded the gallery, down which he made his uncertain way, a girl supporting each arm and two more hovering beyond them, for his legs were still weak. At the bottom he faced the main door, which stood open to admit a view of the verandah and the drive beyond. Here the floor was parquet, and a similar surface stretched all around him. And here there waited Barnee the tailor and Agrippa. 'Kit,' said the black man, coming forward. 'By God, man, but it is good to see you. I thought you were dead.'

  Kit took his hand. 'On the contrary, dear friend. And it is even better to see you, looking as well and as strong as ever. But I have been here so long, and you ...'

  'I have been well cared for, by the Christianssens, Kit.'

  'And they too are in good health? Lilian?'

  'They send you their best wishes.' 'But they have not come to see me?'

  Agrippa looked embarrassed. 'Well, man, they think it is best not to. This Mistress Templeton, well, she is a strange woman. So it is said.'

  'A strange woman?' Kit frowned, and then smiled. 'Why, I suppose she is. A most remarkable woman. Wait until you meet her. Barnee, what brings you here?'

  Barnee cleared his throat. 'Mistress Templeton commanded my presence, Captain. I am to make you some clothes.'

  'The devil you are. But first, a glass of sangaree.' He turned to the maids. 'Do you know, this is the first time I have been downstairs in this house. Where should I take my guests? That way?'

  He looked beyond the stairs to the left, at the enormous mahogany dining table with its twenty-four chairs, with its sideboard gleaming with silver decanters, with its chandelier hanging from the high ceiling.

  'No, suh, Captin,' said one of the girls; her name was Martha Louise. 'You got for come this way.' She glanced at Agrippa. 'But the mistress ain't going want no black fellow in die drawing-room.'

  'What nonsense,' Kit said. 'You'll bring us sangaree. Come with me, Agrippa. And you, Barnee.' He held his friend's arm as he turned to the right, to pause once again in astonishment. The parquet flooring seemed to stretch forever, but here there were chairs, and low tables, once again smothered with silver, ornaments rather than cutlery, and beyond, close by the wall, a spinet. 'Have you ever seen such splendour?'

  'Now that I haven't,' Agrippa said. 'I was never allowed inside the Great House in Barbados.'

  The girls were back, bearing the tray with its jug and the glasses. Kit sank into one of the chairs with a sigh; his head was swinging.

  'Drink up,' he said. 'To our mutual healths. I'm assuming you do not have to take my measurements all over again, Barnee? I haven't changed that much.'

  The men hesitated, their glasses in their hands. Boots were clumping on the verandah outside, and t
he girls were gathered in an anxious huddle by the stairs.

  Kit forced himself to his feet again. 'Marguerite,' he said. 'You have not yet met my friend Agrippa, although you have heard me speak of him, often enough. Barnee you obviously know.'

  Marguerite Templeton took off her tricorne as she entered the room; this day her hair was gathered in a single loose swathe. As usual her coat was open, and her shirt was wet with sweat. She carried a whip with which she flicked her boots. Philip Warner was at her shoulder, frowning at the men in front of him.

  Marguerite came across the room, smiling. But she kept her hands at her sides. 'It is my pleasure, Agrippa,' she said. 'Any friend of Kit's is a friend of mine. But I should take it very kindly if you would finish your drink in the kitchen. The girls will show you. And Barnee. You understand, I am sure. I know Barnee does. The withdrawing-room is for my guests.'

  'But ...' Kit felt the blood rushing into his face.

  'Agrippa understands my meaning, Kit,' Marguerite said, giving the black man her most dazzling smile. 'You told me that he has worked on a sugar plantation himself, and thus he understands more of the situation than you do, perhaps. I have five hundred slaves here, Kit, and I employ thirty white people. That is in fact below the legal requirement. My slaves have to be kept at my arm's length, and made to understand their place. This would be difficult were I to start entertaining black men in my withdrawing-room.'

  'Why, I'll have no such thing,' Kit declared.

  'The lady is right, Kit,' Agrippa said. 'And I would be the cause of no disturbance on a sugar estate. I but wished to assure myself that you were well. I look forward to seeing you in town.' He looked at the glass he held in his hand, then replaced it on the tray. 'You'll excuse me, Mistress Templeton.' He bowed, and left the room.

 

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