by Jerri Hines
“I cannot believe what you are saying. You believe he will hold to the charge?”
“He has no choice,” a male voice said, walking into the room.
Katy turned. Her brother-in-law walked into the drawing room. For once, he was not inebriated. The sight caused a queer tightening of her stomach. “You know nothing, William. Go away.”
He ran a hand through his hair, straightened his neck cloth and walked across the floor to pour himself a glass of brandy. He swirled it slightly before he took a sip. “You forget you are within my house. Feel free to leave at any time. If you want to take your sister with you, I wouldn’t object. I’m in much too good a mood today.”
“You are a bastard!” Katy cried. “How can you feel that way? You don’t know the girl. She hasn’t done anything to you or anyone.”
His cocksure smile acquired a malevolent twist and laughed a sick laugh. “Oh, I have only just remembered an incident the night of the party. I saw her meeting up with Eli, talking in the streets. Remember she left…”
Katy exchanged horrid looks with Rebekah. “You lying scum! How could you remember anything? You were too drunk. Were you not led out?”
“And you are so naïve! Do you think any will care? Durham wants an example set. And I’m going to help him.”
“I will tell everyone you are lying!”
“You will be simply ignored. You know nothing of trials when they want a certain verdict.” He walked nonchalantly over to his high-back chair. He sank deep into it with a satisfied smile, his face quirking suspiciously close to laughter. “All these years and I didn’t have to do anything to watch Sumner get his just reward.”
“You have no idea what you’re talking about. The whole of Charles Town will be in an uproar if they try to do anything to that poor girl,” Katy said emphatically. “There is no way…”
She paused. A visitor stood silently in the doorway, Colonel Leckie. She looked upon his face. Oh, my God! They are considering the unthinkable.
“Miss Katy, Miss Rebekah, it is good to see you.” Colonel Leckie bowed his head slightly in their direction. “Peyton, the general received your note. He wants me to escort you into town.”
Katy’s mouth opened wide in disbelief. She ran to Colonel Leckie. “Bruce, no!” she cried. “He is lying. You heard him. You can’t allow this!”
“I have my orders.” Colonel Leckie turned to William, ill-containing the contempt he held in his eyes for the man. “When you are ready, I will be waiting out on my horse.”
Katy ran after him. “Bruce, don’t leave me like this. What is going on? Why is this happening? What could she have possibly done that was so awful?”
He paused and said, “She married Sumner Meador.”
* * * *
Time passed slowly. In darkness, Rebekah sat by the window where the signal had been placed. Katy stood in the back and watched with sadness. All had been said. The reasoning spent.
“Go, Rebekah. I have sat too long idle. I will do whatever I can, I promise.”
“What if they come after you for being associated with me as they have Jane?”
“Then I will keep her company,” Katy said resolved in her purpose. “I have nothing to lose. I have felt only a void since Ernest died…even before. I loved him with the whole of my heart and his betrayal destroyed me and then he died. I don’t understand life, Rebekah, but I know you have a chance for happiness. Jonathan has sent for you. You thought he would forget you, but that was far from the truth. He loves you as you love him.”
“But look at the cost of my happiness. How can I accept that another will suffer?”
“You don’t know Sumner, Rebekah. He would have come back to see her whether it’s this mission or another. Don’t despair. It is not over yet. Tell him everything you know, but beg him caution.”
“I feel like I’m leaving you in dire straits.”
“What would you do if you stayed?” Katy shook her head. “I heard William upon his return. He was bragging about meeting with Bloody Benny. I fear that everything will only be worse even if Sumner turned himself in to the British.”
Rebekah squeezed her hand. “I will tell Sumner everything. There are others also I have concerns about…It’s my conscience that plagues me.”
“Do you not trust me? Go, take your happiness without guilt and hold to it. You deserve it. Set up a contact for me. I will do what I can to make things right. I owe you too much, Rebekah, for you to even consider staying for me. Perhaps, this will be my redemption! Caring for something other than the next dance.” She hugged Rebekah tightly.
“You care, whether you admit it or not.” Her gaze caught Katy’s, as if knowing they would never meet again.
Katy broke from the thought. “Come. I will walk you down the stairs.” She hugged Rebekah tightly. “I love you, my sister.”
“And I you. I will write. I don’t know when…” Rebekah’s words faded.
Katy could say no more. She felt the impending tears, but refused to give in to the emotions. She still had to get Rebekah out of the house.
She glanced around the hall. No sign of life. She pulled Rebekah’s hand and they eased quietly down the back stairs. Stepping outside, Katy looked all the way around the grounds.
Nodding to Rebekah, Katy watched Rebekah walk out. No sooner had Rebekah pulled the hood of her cloak over her head, the whistle came. She gave Katy one last look and ran into the darkness.
For a moment, Katy stared into the empty night.
“Should I follow her?”
Abruptly, Katy turned to see a lone figure standing in the shadows. The tall broad-shouldered man was out of uniform, wearing fitted trousers and a blousy shirt. Good Lord, it was Bruce. His gaze bore upon her.
“No,” she rushed to his side and pressed into him, “don’t. Please.”
“Give me a reason to turn my back on my duty, Katy.”
“Bruce, she needs to leave. She has to or she will end up as Sumner’s wife. You know that, or you would already have gone after her. Don’t. Please. You know her.”
He pulled her roughly by her shoulders. “I know that I’m British. I’m duty bound—”
“Are you after Rebekah? I don’t think so. But if you are after Sumner, do you really believe that he will be easily caught?” she whispered. She felt she couldn’t catch her breath. She had to think fast. “He won’t leave his wife. You know that…you would only be letting Rebekah escape.”
“Why would I do that?” he asked. Intent upon his purpose, he released her. “Why would I care?”
“Because you are decent, Bruce. You know what fate would hold for her. Kid me not. I’m so tired of all of this!” she cried. “What do you want me to do? Are you going to arrest me also because I care about a friend?”
Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into an embrace. His eyes smoldered. “Are you mixed up in this, Katy? Have you been playing a game also?”
She laughed. “Do you think I care one way or the other about this damn war? I think only of the next day! I haven’t cared about tomorrow for a long time. The only thing I know is what feels right and wrong. And everything seems all so wrong.”
Colonel Leckie swore under his breath. He regarded her for a moment with a haughty aloofness. A fury built within him that she could see grow. His eyes never left her, but he did nothing. His eyes fell to her bosom for her nightgown had caught in his fingers. The ribbon had untied giving to him a full view of what lay beneath the material.
“Is this want you want, Bruce?” she whispered, encouraging him to look at her firm, round breasts. She had never been so bold, but never had she a need for something undefined—him. “Do you want me for this night? I don’t want to be alone.”
He didn’t answer her. Instead, he kissed her, releasing his frustration. It wasn’t that he hadn’t kissed her before. They had flirted and egged each other on in a teasing manner, but he had always been a gentleman. Tonight, though, he was as she, desperate to make sense of th
e world around them.
He pressed her back against the wall and found the edge of her gown. She made no protest as his hand stroked up her leg, his lips upon her breasts. Suddenly, she was aware he was making love to her on the lawn where anyone wakened by the noise could see them.
“Not here, Bruce. Please.”
“You better find a place quickly.”
She hesitated slightly. “My room?”
He took her hand, dragging her forward toward the door. She held his hand and pointed the way. She didn’t know how they made their way to her room, only that he had closed the door behind them and locked it.
“Bruce?”
He said nothing, but began to pull his clothes off. Her chest heaved. She watched him. Emotions she held in check for years began to crumble as he eased her back on the bed. She had been with Ernest after he had asked her to marry him. She had loved him so, and he had betrayed her. Afterwards, she had bedded a couple of other men that mingled into faces that she couldn’t remember. She so desperately wanted to feel again. She hadn’t.
Bruce took her hard and she carved it. He climbed on top of her and thrust again and again. She found she matched his want with hers. She clung to him and after, for the first time in years, she cried. He turned over and pulled her to him. He let her cry until she had no more tears.
“It was you I came back to see this night,” he said in a soft voice. “I came back because I had a need for you. I didn’t dream you would be in the mix of all this.”
“What are you going to do with your knowledge?” she asked, afraid of the answer.
“I’m tired of it all,” he said solemnly. “I have something to ask you. You need to be honest and don’t play with me.”
“Bruce, you are scaring me. What is it?”
“I need to talk with Sumner Meador. Can you arrange it?”
Chapter 16
The room was small, dark, and dank. It held only a dirty mattress on the floor and bore no window. The British had set in the motion to degrade her in the most humiliating manner. And, to her horror, she had only a pail to relieve herself.
The only semblance of humane treatment was the concession of letting a woman see to her needs, who came in twice a day. Damp and cold, Jane had been given little to comfort her, only a tiny thin blanket to warm her. To make matters worse, she had become ill…her stomach had become quite unsettled.
She had long lost sense of time. She had been given water, but little food or none that she could keep down. Jane had known fear in her life, but now she was scared. Not for herself, she had come to terms with her fate. She was scared for Sumner and Caleb.
Before she had been taken, she watched from her window as Caleb scampered out the back door. Roscoe hadn’t been far behind. They made it as far as the curing barn. She knew nothing else, for soldiers had entered her room.
“Mrs. Meador, you are supposed to follow us,” one commanded her.
She glanced up and sighed, having prepared the best she could. Holding her head high, she said not a word and refused to let them see the fear she felt.
Downstairs, they harshly halted her in front General Durham. His commanding authority chilled her to the bones.
“Mrs. Jane Meador, you are being arrested, charged with the most hideous crime against his majesty, King George of England, with high treason. You will now be placed in custody and held in Charles Town to await your trial.”
The journey into Charles Town was long and uncomfortable. Her hands and feet had been bound. Her body jostled around in her seat on the bumpy ride, and she fell off once too. One of the guards reached down roughly and slung her back in her seat.
Immediately on their entrance to the city, she realized the British had announced her arrest. She heard harsh taunts and cries along their route until the carriage stopped in front of a building close to the harbor.
Feeling a brisk ocean breeze, she dared not look upon the faces of the good citizens and hung her head as she exited. Forcefully dragged up the steps by her bound hands, she tripped. To her mortification, she had to crawl to her feet before the jeering crowd.
Confused and so self-conscious, Jane wanted only to disappear. How could she be so hated for loving her husband?
Jane closed her eyes more than once, praying to wake from this nightmare, but it continued. She cried and prayed. When she clung close to the door, she heard the whispering of the guards carrying through the thin walls. Jane could hear a low rumble of male voices which drifted behind the closed door.
The constant dialog talked of a gallows being built in the common area so all the inhabitants of Charles Town could observe the sentencing. One said it was time for the entire South to realize that the undercurrent of the Patriot sympathy had ceased. Spying or empathy for that cause had dire consequences, no matter gender or birth. Damn Yankees!
Spying? What were they saying? She was to be hung! Jane wanted to cry. She had done nothing! She prayed. Her thoughts raced on her brief life. Oh, God, forgive me so I can see my Grandfather and family once more. Maybe then she wouldn’t hurt so!
Her stomach growled and ached. Another wave of nausea flowed through her that led to dry heaves, for she had nothing more on her stomach. In the distance, she heard a noise. At first she couldn’t make out what it could be, but a rhythm soon developed. It was a hammer. Another wave of nausea overcame her.
Jane took the hem of her dress and wiped her mouth. Oh, what a sight she must be. She didn’t want to dishonor Sumner. Oh, Sumner…would he know that she loved him still? She would take that love with her. It was the one thing they couldn’t take from her.
Her mind wandered. Did she hear footsteps? Suddenly, the door opened. She cringed back into the corner of the small room with no place to hide.
“Oh, my God! The stench!” a male voice cried out.
Her eyes couldn’t focus with the light shining on her. She didn’t know the voice, but felt a hand yank her out of the room. “She is supposed to appear as this in court?”
Instinct compelled her backward, but she was no match for the guards. The force was so great that she fell forward out the door upon the floor. She heard laughter. Pulled up roughly, her hands and feet were bound again. She had no energy to fight.
“Oh my God! Men, have you no sense of compassion,” another voice said. She could feel hands go around her.
“Give me your drink,” his voice commanded. He helped her sit and placed a glass under her lips. Her hands trembled grasping the water glass. She choked, inducing a cough. “Was she not looked after?”
“We were ordered not to bother her. She had a girl carry her food in and out. What difference does it make?”
“She has been in that hell hole for over two days and you haven’t checked upon her?”
“She had water.”
At the end of the corridor, Jane heard a sentry announce. “Lieutenant, she has to go for her appearance in court.”
Jane tried to focus her attention, but the voices blurred together.
“Halt!” the kind one demanded. “Don’t touch her. She isn’t going out as she is. She can’t even walk.”
A few moments later a bowl of water was placed beside her. A cloth wiped her face, pushing back her hair from her face. She looked upon the face. He was not old—a young officer, clean cut. She didn’t know him, but heard him say, “We have descended into torturing women. What kind of men are we? At least, take the bindings off her legs and get her a clean dress.”
“We don’t have time, Lieutenant Owens. She is due in court.”
Jane wasn’t privileged to the ongoing talk between the officers, but moments later, she was shown back to her cell and a dress produced: a plain, simple day gown, overly large, but clean with a dull white cap to cover her disheveled hair.
A knock hurried along her progress. Jane emerged from her cell and the gentle-faced officer nudged her toward the door.
“I’m sorry, but we need to continue.”
Her legs weakened and she
stumbled. He gave her his hand and steadied her before the main door was opened. An uproar erupted. The sunlight blinded her. She wanted to withdraw back into her prison, but hands pushed her onward through the unruly crowd.
Overwhelmed, she stumbled more than once. Hands reached out of the crowd, pushing her, gripping her. She cried out and fell onto the street. Jane hadn’t the energy to regain her footing. She tried. In the next moment, strong arms helped her up.
“God forgive me, Jane!” Slowly, she recognized the voice…Joseph. He helped her back to her feet. “Lean upon me. I will take you into the courthouse.”
She could feel someone try to move Joseph back, but he shoved the guard back roughly. “Try it again, and I will run you through!”
Jane regained her footing and pushed back against Joseph to walk on her own. A burst of pride swept her forward. She tilted her head upward and faced the crowd.
The shouting sparked higher…then slowly she comprehended they weren’t angry cries against her, but the British. Charles Town was in an uproar about her arrest.
Hands took her from Joseph, rough, harsh hands and pushed her into a building. She searched the spectators, but recognized no one…no familiar faces.
In the courthouse, she was led into a packed room with observers. The benches were filled to where men stood along the back wall. Taken to a table where the kind officer stood, she found her place beside him.
“Mistress Jane Meador. You have been brought into this courtroom on the serious charge of high treason. What do you plea?”
She gripped the table in front of her. She could hear low murmurs rippling across the pews of onlookers. Then, the side door opened and General Durham walked into the courtroom. Her gaze met his hard, emotionless stare. He wore the laconic smile of a man who felt confident.
“Mistress Meador?” the judge asked again.