'And a Warner to her toes, I'll warrant. I could be looking at your sister. You've news of Indian Tom?'
The crimson cheeks of the Deputy Governor darkened. 'Ah, no, madam. That misfortune has taken himself and his squaw mother back to Dominica, where indeed our father should have sent him many years ago.' His gaze was drifting beyond her shoulder, flickering down to the sitting mastiff and then up to the waiting people.
'I am forgetting my manners,' Susan agreed, without embarrassment. 'I so seldom have occasion to practise them, ye understand. Ye have met His Excellency, Monsieur D'Ogeron?'
'Indeed I have,' Philip Warner said. 'He was first on board, this morning, seeking to charge me for the privilege of dropping my anchor in this miserable apology for a port.'
D'Ogeron merely smiled. 'It is necessary for us to live, Colonel Warner. Even on Tortuga.'
'Faith, I have heard sufficient tales of how you go about that, monsieur. I do promise you that my cannon are all loaded, and the fires are lit. Madam?'
'Madame D'Ogeron, and Madame DuCasse, and Monsieur DuCasse,' Susan said. 'Monsieur DuCasse owns our warehouse.'
'A storekeeper?' Philip Warner looked scandalized. 'My ship's officers will have business with you, sir. Tomorrow. And these two pirates?'
'That is their ambition, to be sure,' Susan said. 'Jean DuCasse, and my grandson, Christopher Hilton.'
Philip Warner glanced at her. 'He also has a strong family likeness, madam.'
Susan continued to smile. 'Should he not, sir? Now, will ye come to the house and take a glass of wine? And your officers, and of course, your daughter. Or would she rather Kit and Jean showed her something of our island? From this hilltop most of it is well displayed.'
'By my faith, madam, I would appreciate such a tour myself. Is that not Hispaniola?'
'Indeed, sir,' D'Ogeron agreed.
'And how many cannon do you mount to command that
passage?'
The Governor of Tortuga shrugged. 'We have four cannon to command the entrance to the harbour. For the rest, that island is so large, and fertile, and prosperous, and this island is so small, and barren, and poor, I doubt they know of our existence.'
Philip Warner led the way towards the house, Susan at his side. 'You may be sure they do, monsieur. And however insignificant your little band of cut-throats may be, you are none the less nuisances to His Most Catholic Majesty. And now that we are once again at war ...'
The entire party stopped.
'At war?' Albert DuCasse demanded,
'England is at war with Spain, sir,' Philip Warner said. 'Why else do you think I cut short my visit to London and came hurrying back before the storm season has run its course? My daughter is to be married, you understand, and so we sought her trousseau. But 'tis scarce complete.'
'Allow me to congratulate you, Marguerite,' Susan said. 'As for this war of which ye speak, Philip, be sure that the Spaniards will not waste their shot on Tortuga.'
'Indeed, madam, I would say you are right. Was it not for the fact that this island has always been their first target in the past.'
'War,' D'Ogeron mused. 'Pardon me for asking, Colonel Warner, but on which side is His Majesty?'
'His Majesty? Oh, you mean Louis. Why, sir, at the moment he supports King Charles, God bless him.'
'Now there is good news,' D'Ogeron said. 'Had it been otherwise, we should have been enemies, monsieur, and I should have had to place you under arrest.' He burst out laughing, and as Philip Warner dropped his hand to his sword, clapped him on the shoulder. 'A jest, monsieur. A jest. In Tortuga
English and French are as one. We need each other too much. We count Monsieur Hilton, madame's late husband, as our first governor, and if the administration now has a French flavour, why, that is merely because we are presently the more numerous. But Madame Hilton will assure you of our respect for her, and for all the English.'
Susan's turn to smile. 'He does speak the truth, Philip, although of course he mistakes the situation, as I have the honour to be Irish. Now, ye'll take a glass of wine before dinner.' She paused at the foot of the crumbling steps, and looked at Kit. 'I'm sure Miss Warner would appreciate a walk, Kit. Betrothed she may be, but politics and talk of war cannot help but be tiresome to one so young. And we are going to talk of war, are we not, gentlemen? As the subject has been broached.'
She led the way up the stairs, while Marguerite Warner stared after her. 'Faith,' she remarked, when they were out of earshot. 'But she gives herself airs, for a servant.'
'A servant?' Kit asked.
'Did you not know? She was shipped to these islands as an indentured labourer, and like so many of her sort, was auctioned off to the highest bidder as a wife.' She continued to gaze at the house as the women disappeared inside. 'But is that not how Monsieur D'Ogeron provided wives for his colonists here in Tortuga also? Save that they are reputed to have been gleaned from the street instead of the prison.'
The two boys exchanged glances.
'Indeed, that is so, mademoiselle,' Jean said. 'But my mother, and Kit's grandmother, were alike fortunate in those who bid for them.'
'A storekeeper and a pirate. Oh, yes, indeed, monsieur, it could have been far worse.'
'We could have had a half-breed for an uncle,' Kit remarked. 'Is not this Indian Tom Warner of whom my mother spoke a Carib? Pray tell me, what does he eat at table? Human steaks?'
Marguerite Warner turned her stare on him. 'Faith, sir, you'd not speak so were my father present. As for the breed, be sure my grandfather himself lived to regret ever taking a redskin to his bed. That unhappy calamity brought much misfortune on my family, and may do so again, as your French ...' her bitter gaze encompassed Jean, 'have seen fit to make the scoundrel Governor of Dominica. No doubt they sit naked around a council table and rattle bones to decide their policies. Believe me, sirs, I am not afraid to admit the black stains on my family.' She walked away from them, round the house. 'You are to show me your island. Or have I already seen it all?'
'Now she is angry,' Jean said. 'You were tactless, Kit.'
'And was she not tactless? Or downright rude, both to you and to me. As for Warner, I'd like to pull his ears as well. He'll have no friendship of a Hilton.'
'Then let the girl insult you to her heart's content, and forget about her tomorrow,' Jean advised. 'They are planters, we will be seamen. Come, let us entertain the young lady.'
For Marguerite had moved away to look at the rear slope of the hill, which tumbled in uneven rocks and gullies down to the beach and the still seething sea, two hundred feet below her. 'Although I wonder,' she mused aloud, 'if Madam Hilton indeed did so well. Faith, she'd have done better to remain in St Kitts than come to this barren islet. Poor woman, it was not for want of trying.'
'You'll explain that remark, if you please, Miss Warner,' Kit said. For by now his anger was difficult to control.
She turned to face him. 'You did not know that she attempted to secure one of my uncles as a husband? Why, it is well known she was Edward Warner's mistress, amongst others. Before and after she bound herself to the pirate, Hilton.'
'By God,' Kit said. 'I'll have no more of this. I had thought you a lady, Miss Warner. But it seems you have come to my home only to insult me.'
'Your home?' she inquired. 'Faith, is that what it is?'
'Kit,' Jean begged.
But Kit was already lunging forward. Marguerite saw him coming with an expression of incredulity which rapidly changed to alarm as he seized her arm.
'You'll let me go, sir,' she said. 'I'll stand for no horseplay. You ...'
Her words disappeared in an explosion of breath as he ducked and drove his shoulder into her stomach, straightening as soon as he felt her weight, and lifting her from the ground. Marguerite's legs flailed and her head-dress fell forward as she kicked and fought, but he was twice her size and possessed twice her strength.
'You ... you pirate,' she screamed.
Jean could not stop himself laughing. 'Well, now
,' he said. 'Having got her, what are you going to do with her?'
Marguerite pounded on Kit's back with her fists. 'If you do not put me down, why ... I'll have you flogged.'
'She's a proper scold,' Jean remarked.
Kit was slowly turning round, his right arm holding the girl in place on his shoulder, his left hand grasping her thighs through the endless folds of her gown. He was enveloped in a world of silk and satin and scents he had not suspected to exist, and his brain was bubbling with a desire he had not known he possessed, either; with an anxiety to take advantage of her flying skirts and discover what lay beneath, with a temptation to lower her to the ground without releasing her, but instead to hold her ever closer, to squeeze her so tight that she would become a part of him. But also with a knowledge that he dared not attempt any of these things, that in fact he was already sliding down a slope the bottom of which he could not see.
But she had been inexpressibly rude, and Jean had put his finger on it, with his usual accuracy.
'Aye,' Kit said. 'A proper scold. There is only one treatment for such.'
He staggered across the yard towards the huge water butt which stood by the back door; as water was always scarce in Tortuga and rain provided most of it, this was large enough to swim in.
'You wouldn't dare,' Marguerite screamed. 'You wouldn't dare. Put me down. You ... you ...' her body twisted and bumped on his shoulder, and against his arm. One of her shoes had come off, and this Jean picked up with a grave smile as he followed them.
'Kit,' Susan Hilton called from the doorway. 'Kit? Whatever are ye doing?'
'You'll put that lady down, sir,' Philip Warner shouted.
'Aye.' Kit said. He was standing above the vat and now he threw the struggling girl away from him. She rolled as she spun through the air, kicking as her skirts rode up, and then landed in the water with a gigantic splash.
'By God,' Philip Warner shouted, and ran down the steps.
'Kit,' Susan screamed, following him.
'Mon Dieu,' remarked Monsieur D'Ogeron, smiling.
Marguerite surfaced, gasping and choking, her hair a damp mat on her neck, her gown dissolving into a sodden outer skin, her head-dress a dribble of lace over one ear.
'Don't just stand there,' Philip Warner bellowed. 'Get her out.'
'Of course, sir.' Kit moved forward, checked at the expression in Marguerite's eyes.
'If you touch me, I'll kill you,' she said softly.
'May I be of service, mademoiselle?' Jean inquired.
She glanced at him. 'You can give me your hand.'
He obeyed, and she scrambled up, sat on the lip of the vat to swing her legs over, and slid to the ground, hastily dragging her skirts into place.
'By God,' Philip Warner repeated. 'And now, you young whippersnapper ...' the cane twitched.
Kit rested his hand on his sword hilt. 'She insulted Grandmama.'
'She ...' Philip glared from the boy to Susan to his bedraggled daughter. 'And you, sir? Have you not insulted my daughter?'
'I punished her, Colonel Warner. If you wish satisfaction, be sure I'll be pleased to give it you. Jean?'
'Of course, Kit.' Jean stepped forward. 'You have but to name the hour and the place, and the weapons, of course, Colonel Warner. Kit has no preferences. All come equally to him. I do assure you.'
Warner gazed at the two young men, frowning. But he could scarce be expected to put up with two humiliations in one afternoon. Susan decided to rescue him.
'Fie on ye, Philip. Ye cannot really mean to fight a boy.'
'He must be whipped.' Marguerite was still shaking herself in a most unladylike fashion, while water ran out from beneath her dress and dripped from her hair.
'Be sure that he will be punished,' Susan promised. 'Now come, if ye will enter my house, Miss Warner, I am sure I can find ye something to wear.'
'Your clothes?' Marguerite demanded. 'You'll take me back to the ship, Father, please.'
'Oh, come, Philip,' Susan protested. 'There is a splendid meal awaiting ye. Ye'll not let a children's quarrel spoil our first meeting in forty years?'
Philip Warner hesitated, looking from his daughter to the obviously amused guests. 'It was my mistake in calling here at all, madam,' he said gruffly. 'The wind has gone down, and my foremast is not so badly damaged. We'll put to sea.'
'And my dinner, sir?' Susan demanded, becoming angry in her turn.
'Why, madam, I suggest you and your friends eat it up,' Philip said. 'With the Spaniards breathing down your necks, it may be the last thing you will ever enjoy.' He still looked at Kit. 'As for you, sir, Tony Hilton was ever a spawn of hell, and you've the same cast of character. Be sure the devil will have his own, soon enough. Come, Marguerite.' He stamped down the hill, the soaking girl squelching at his shoulder. The ship's captain bowed towards Susan. 'You'll excuse us, ma'am.'
Susan nodded, and watched them go, before turning to Kit. 'Now, really, I wonder if the child was not right, and after all ye do need chastisement. Ye are a wicked fellow.'
D'Ogeron burst out laughing. 'Really, Susan, I must take issue with you. Was he not defending you? I say good riddance to Colonel Warner. As for your splendid dinner, it will mean the more for us. And who knows, your friend the colonel may have been right.'
'Prophetic words, Bertrand,' Susan remarked. They stood together on the front porch and watched the sails, at least a dozen of them, and still several miles off. They had come round the north-east corner of Hispaniola, to catch the fair wind which invariably blew over the islands.
D'Ogeron chewed his lip. 'It will be no laughing matter, Susan. You must get ready to leave.'
'I have never left before.'
'I have no soldiers, and few ships. I have ...'
'Ye have several hundred seamen who habitually make their living by robbery and murder,' she interrupted. "Will they not fight for their home?'
'This rock.? Already they are manning their ships.'
'And ye propose to go with them?'
'There would seem to be no alternative. Maria, and the children ... we cannot remain here and be murdered.'
'Ye are far more likely to be murdered at sea, Bertrand,' Susan said sternly. 'Shall I tell ye what the Spaniards will do? Exactly as they have done the last four occasions. They will sail past the harbour, they will fire two or three broadsides, and they will cut out any vessels at anchor and set fire to them. So I agree it's a good idea to send the ships to sea, but with no more than skeleton crews.'
'They landed once,' D'Ogeron pointed out.
'Indeed they did. I watched them from this very verandah. They put two hundred men ashore. And Tony withdrew up this hill, and lined twenty men with muskets along that ridge. The Spaniards looted the town and came up the hill, and Tony gave the order to fire. One volley, that was all it took. I think three of the Dons were actually hit. But the order to evacuate was given. Why should they risk their lives to seize a rock like this? What value can it be to them?'
D'Ogeron sighed. 'Those were raids, Susan. This is war.'
'Then treat them as enemies in superior force and negotiate a surrender.'
'And you think they would honour a negotiation with pirates?'
'Now ye are contradicting yourself,' she laughed. 'If it is an act of war they must deal with us as French subjects.'
'You are a stubborn woman,' D'Ogeron said. 'I have given the order to evacuate. If you are coming, you have half an hour to get your things.'
'This house, this body, are my things. I am staying here. But ye have my permission to leave, Kit.'
The boy stood in the far corner of the verandah, Jean at his side. They were sharing the use of a telescope. 'We will fight them, Grandmama. Have you not told me often enough how Edward Warner held St Kitts against thirty Spanish ships, with but twenty Irishmen at his back?'
Susan smiled, her eyes misty. 'And half a dozen women,' she said, half to herself.
'My God,' D'Ogeron said. 'St Kitts is ten times the size of Tortuga.
There are forests in which to hide, mountains up which to escape. Oh, Monsieur Warner was a great man, as great, perhaps, as his brother is small, hut circumstances were in his favour. The Spaniards could scour this entire rock from beach to beach in an afternoon.'
'All the more reason for them to leave without wasting time,' Albert DuCasse said. 'I will stay. Jean, you will help me move the main part of our goods up the hill to this house. If you will permit me, Susan.'
'Of course. Kit, you will help Monsieur DuCasse. Helene, shall we not make up most of the spare beds? Faith, it will be like turning back the clock to have the house full again.'
D'Ogeron stood at the top of the stairs, his hands opening and shutting helplessly. ‘I have the power to command you, madame. Your own husband insisted that the Governor has that power.'
HF - 03 - The Devil's Own Page 2