Love Charade Part 5
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"You knocked him down!" she exclaimed. "That, milord, is a punis.h.i.+ng left you have."
"What do you know of such things?" The earl sighed, replacing the cap on the small head. It was a silly question- this brat knew altogether too much of the most unsuitable subjects. How on earth had Louise allowed her daughter to have such an unconventional upbringing? But then, he reflected grimly, if she had not, the child would not be here now. She would never have survived the last weeks.
The earl proved a poor traveling companion that day, spending the greater part of the journey with his eyes closed in an attempt to soothe his raw eyeb.a.l.l.s and placate the persistent throb of his temples.
Danielle, well versed in the advisability of maintaining a low profile in these circ.u.mstances, kept her counsel and endured the tedium of the journey in silence, relieved only by the ample contents of the picnic hamper thoughtfully provided by Madame Bonnet. Linton shook his head with a grimace of distaste when she tentatively offered to share her repast and attempted to shut out the sounds of someone enjoying a hearty meal, wincing slightly as she scrunched into a large, very crisp apple.
They reached the small port of Calais in the late afternoon and Danielle gazed eagerly through the grimy window at the harbor crowded with elegant yachts and not so elegant fis.h.i.+ng boats.
"What s.h.i.+p will we take, milord?" she ventured, unable to contain herself a moment longer.
"My own-the Black Gull." he replied briefly.
"That sounds like a pirate sloop," Danny commented.
"Well she's not," was the uncompromising reply.
A small sigh escaped her and the earl relented. It really was not just to take his own tedium and ill temper out on her. She had certainly contributed to his discomforts earlier in the day but since then had behaved with impeccable consideration. He leant toward the window.
"Look over to the left, amongst that group of yachts beside the pier. You see the white one with the black trim? That's the Black Gull."
"Oh, she's beautiful," Danielle exclaimed. "Are we to go aboard immediately?"
"It is my intention to sail with the evening tide," His Lords.h.i.+p informed her. "The sooner I get you out of France," and off my hands, he thought, "the happier I shall be."
The coach drew up at the pier. Its weary pa.s.sengers prepared to disembark.
The earl paused for a moment, one hand on the door. "Do you know the meaning of the word inconspicuous, brat?"
"Of course I do," she affirmed indignantly.
"Well, you must admit I have had cause to wonder."
Danielle wrinkled her nose at the sarcasm, but Iinton was continuing. "My sailors are good seamen but
they are sailors and I want no trouble on this voyage. You will oblige me by remaining in your cabin for the duration. If you are obliged to say anything speak only French. Is it understood?"
"I must stay below all the time?" Her eyes widened in disappointment.
"All the time, Danny," His Lords.h.i.+p stressed firmly.
She shrugged in resignation and followed her mentor onto the quay.
"b.u.t.ton your jacket," Iinton whispered suddenly. "You may not have much to display, but sailors have sharp eyes."
Danny hissed with indignation but did as he bade her, pulling her cap low over her eyes as she walked behind him along the pier, casting covert glances at the fascinating scene around her.
Forster, captain of the Black Gull, came forward to greet its master as they crossed the gangplank. "Ah, my lord, so you have made it in time. I received your message this morning and we are ready to sail with the tide." He gave the small figure standing meekly behind the earl only a cursory glance before examining the salmon-tinged sky.
"We may be in for some dirty weather, my lord. Looks like a squall or two up there."
Linton gave a brief nod. "Do you advise we wait for the morning?"
"Nah!" The captain spat contemptuously over the deck rail. "The Gull can handle a bit o' wind."
"Good. Have my luggage stowed below. The lad has the small cabin next to mine."
Danielle watched wistfully as her protector strode off along the deck.
"Look sharp then, lad. We don't have all day, you know." The captain's brusque tone brought her head up and the sailor surprised a flash of annoyance in those big brown eyes. He'd seen that look on many a young cabin boy at the start of his first voyage. It didn't last long, though, he reflected with grim satisfaction-not under the command of Captain Forster.
He rapped out a sharp order to a seaman hovering nearby who, with an imperative jerk of his head toward Danny, moved off with a curious swinging gait to the companionway. She followed silently, seething with indignation at the earl's cavaliar disappearance, and soon found herself in a tiny cabin whose only furnis.h.i.+ngs were a narrow bunk with a thin pallet and blanket, a table and chair both bolted to the floor, and a chamber pot. There was little room for anything else and no s.p.a.ce at all for moving around. The door closed behind the departing sailor and she sat miserably on the bunk, tired, dirty, and hungry. The cabin was close and airless and she thought longingly of the fresh breeze on deck, listening to the sounds of activity above her, the creak and rattle of chains, shouted orders, and scurrying feet.
After a while the door opened again abruptly to admit a boy of about twelve with a tray which he set down on the table while examining Danny curiously but not unkindly.
"'Is Lords.h.i.+p says as 'ow yer to eat yer vittles in 'ere and Cap'n says yer to stay below 'till we reaches Dover." He paused, clearly waiting for some response, but received only a puzzled frown and a murmured, "S'il vous plait?"
"Oh, yer one 'o them froggies wat can't speak the King's English," the boy said in disgusted comprehension and left the cabin and Danny to her solitary meal and her cheerless thoughts.
It was neither an elegant nor comforting meal-cold meat, cheese, unfresh bread that clearly had been baked that morning, washed down with a cup of unpleasantly warm water. But at least it was food and her memories of real hunger were still too reeent for her to turn up her nose. Once finished, Danny put the tray outside the door concluding, on the basis of past experience, that whoever came to retrieve it would otherwise barge into the cabin without so much as an alerting knock. In the absence of any diversion she lay down on the hard bunk feeling the yacht rock gently beneath her. She didn't think they had taken up the anchor yet-they didn't seem to be moving anyway-and soon her suspicions were confirmed as a tremendous rattling noise beneath the cabin floor, louder instructions above, and pounding feet indicated the Black Gull's readiness to leave Calais.
She dozed and then slept, lulled by the gentle motion as the yacht sailed out of the shelter of the harbor and into the English Channel. The crash as the tin chamber pot rolled across the floor and slammed into the door brought her wide awake and upright in one movement. Dear G.o.d! What was happening? The cabin would not keep still, the low ceiling seemed to duck toward her before rising again as the floor came up to meet her petrified eyes. Her stomach followed these gyrations with slavish obedience and with the sudden, absolute knowledge that she was going to be very sick Danny bolted for the door, wrenched it open, and made a panic-stricken dash for the companionway, her only thought the need for air, to get out of this claustrophobic environment where the walls closed in and the ceiling descended and the floor rose. But the hatchway at the top of the steps was bolted down. With a strength born of desperation she wrenched the bolts back, skinning her hands in the process, flinging back the hatch, gasping for the fresh air above. As she dragged herself up her horrified eyes encountered an enormous, dark green, foam-flecked wall racing toward the craft. Running, shouting figures hung onto the ropes securing them around the waist to the deckrail, and the next minute the ground left her feet as the hatchway crashed shut behind and a rock-hard arm caught her against a wet, slippery oilskin, holding her with desperate strength as the green wall crashed over them. For a moment she was trapped in a roaring, suffocating bubble, her body an object in a tug of war between the iron band around her waist and the almost overpowering pull of the water as it fought for possession. For a moment Danielle was convinced she was about to meet her maker and when she raised her eyes into the furious black ones of the man holding her almost wished she had.
"You disobedient, stubborn, h.e.l.l-born little fool," the earl raged. "Are you trying to get yourself drowned?"
"But the s.h.i.+p's sinking, and I'm going to be sick," Danielle whimpered.
"The s.h.i.+p is not sinking, and if you're going to be sick be so in your cabin. Now, get below!"
Bending, Linton wrenched open the hatchway and pushed her roughly onto the top step. "For G.o.d's sake hurry! Before, the next one!"
Danielle half fell down the steps as the hatch crashed shut over her head and bolted for her cabin, reaching the chamber pot just as her dinner finally decided to part company with her stomach.
By the time the earl was satisfied that his presence was no longer needed on deck her lunch and breakfast had joined her supper and she was lying in a soaked and s.h.i.+vering heap on the cabin floor, clutching the chamber pot as if it were her only lifeline.
Linton, still in his oilskins, paused in the doorway before, with a muttered oath, taking the half step necessary to reach her. As he attempted to pry her hands loose from the pot she gasped out a protest, clutching it tighter.
"For goodness sake, child, let go! There's no room in here for any more." Taking advantage of a break between waves he pried open the porthole and emptied the contents into the storm, thankful that the cabin was on the lee side.
Danielle reached for the pot with pleading hands and he gave it back before grimly beginning to remove her wet clothes. Dimly realizing what was happening she struggled feebly, mumbling incoherent protests.
"Stop it, will you?" Linton gritted. "Unless you wish to be soundly smacked to add to your discomforts!"
He sounded so much like Old Nurse that she gave up her struggles and, indeed, as renewed spasms of nausea wracked her, ceased to care altogether. She was wrapped coc.o.o.nlike in the blanket and deposited on the bunk still clutching her lifeline, although by now her retching body had nothing left to give. Linton left the cabin, returning in a very few minutes with a lidded jug and a bottle of brandy. Dipping a towel in the water in the jug, he bathed her face before holding the bottle to her lips. Danny gasped and choked as the spirit burned its way down her raw throat to cur] in her stomach. It didn't stay there very long, but he doggedly repeated the process until she had kept enough down for it to have some effect. The yacht was still pitching and rolling, but not as violently as before, when her eyes closed and the convulsive grip on the chamber pot slackened. Satisfied that his charge would sleep out the tail end of the storm, the earl sought dry clothes and his own bed.
Sunlight and a miraculous lack of motion greeted Danielle's slowly opening eyes. For a moment she lay bemused, conscious of a rough, p.r.i.c.kly sensation on her skin whose source she eventually identified as the tightly wrapped blanket around her naked bodyt. A hot flush crept slowly over her as the memories of last night flooded back in all their unwelcome detail. Gingerly she sat up, loosening the constricting cover slightly, and looked around. Her wet clothes were nowhere to be seen.
Sliding off the bunk, she took a step toward the porthole and then sat down again hastily. Her legs had taken on the consistency of marshmallow.
A brisk rap on the door was followed instantly by the entrance of the Earl of Iinton looking enviably fresh, bright-eyed, and as immaculate as ever.
"How do you feel, infant?" He laid her more respectable suit of clothes on the chair before putting up his gla.s.s and subjecting her to that minute, unnerving scrutiny.
"My legs feel funny."
"That's only to be expected. It will wear off soon. You need food," he responded matter-of-factly.
Danielle took a deep breath, plucking nervously at the blanket before managing to ask, "What happened?"
"You had one of the worst bouts of seasickness it has ever been my misfortune to witness," she was informed calmly. "You should not, however, feel badly about it," the earl continued kindly. "You were in good company last night, half the crew were suffering to some degree or another."
"But not you." A bitter note sounded in the flat statement.
"No, I never have. But I'm in the minority, I a.s.sure you. Now get dressed; there's water in the jug, and when you're ready come next door for some breakfast." On that, Linton turned and left the cabin.
Wondering uneasily if she were safe from intrusion, Danny unwound the blanket and staggered over to the table. The water in the jug was cold but felt wonderful on her skin where salt and sweat seemed to have dried into an almost visible crust. Her movements were slow and fumbling at first, but as her legs began to feel more like themselves she was able to perform her ablutions with something approaching her usual efficiency.
A brisk "Entrez" greeted her tentative knock on the adjoining door. The master cabin was a far cry from the narrow s.p.a.ce she had occupied. There was even a Turkey carpet on the s.h.i.+ny floorboards and the large bed bore no resemblance to a bunk. The earl rose from the breakfast table as she came in, and looking at the woebegone little face and huge sunken eyes a smile softened his usually impa.s.sive features.
"Poor brat, you have had a rough time," he said compa.s.sionately. "Come and eat."
It was a very un-French breakfast-no light meal of bread, rolls, jam, honey, and coffee this. Looking at
the plate of crispy bacon, the mound of fluffy eggs, the pink ham and the huge sirloin, all thoughts of last night fled as Danielle sat eagerly in the plush-covered chair the earl held for her.
"What may I serve you, Danielle?"
"Everything, I think, milord, except perhaps the beef," she responded politely, reaching for the silver coffeepot.
"Milk first," Linton stated firmly, filling a large mug to the brim with thick, creamy liquid and placing it
before her. "It lines the stomach, and yours, mon enfant, I strongly suspect needs some lining."
The earl finished his meal well in advance of his ward and sat, sipping his tankard of ale, pondering a means by which on their way to Cornwall, he could contrive a meeting with William Pitt for both himself and Danielle. Her information and opinions were too valuable to waste at this point and would, he knew, be eagerly received by the prime minister. But how to accomplish this, without revealing her ident.i.ty and disguise?
"Does something trouble you, milord?" The soft-spoken question broke into his frowning reverie. She had such a pretty, musical voice when not haranguing landlords and stableboys in the language of the gutter. The sooner Danielle de St. Varennes donned her petticoats again the better! That thought gave rise to another and a plan glimmered in His Lords.h.i.+p's mind. It would need refining certainly, but just might serve the purpose.
"Milord?" Danielle was regarding him anxiously and he forced a light smile.
"Nothing troubles me, infant. I was wondering if you felt strong enough to ride today."
"Instead of traveling boxed up in one of those horrid coaches?" Her eyes shone.
"Exactly."
"Oh, I should like it of all things. But where shall we find horses?"
"We shall hire them in the village." A slightly pained look pa.s.sed across His Lords.h.i.+p's countenance.
"They will be hacks, of course, but I daresay we can contrive to make do."
Danny clapped her hands in delight. "I have not been on the back of a horse since February."
His Lords.h.i.+p felt a twinge of doubt. "How well do you ride, brat?"
The look of withering scorn he received informed him all too clearly that that was a question better not
to have been asked.
"Certainly as well as you, sir, if not better" was the very dignified response.
Linton sighed. "Danielle, you really must learn to guard your tongue. Such sharp responses to relatively
innocent questions will not endear you to the ton."
"I cannot imagine why I should wish to endear myself," she bristled. "I have no intention of being introduced to the ton."
The earl frowned, opened his mouth on a sharp retort, and then thought better of it, saying only, "I rather think your grandparents will have a different view of the matter. I am going to see to the horses. Do you care to accompany me?"
This prospect was sufficiently diverting to put out of mind the uneasy feelings provoked by their exchange and Danielle was far too accustomed to pursuing her own course to be long troubled by the idea of opposition to a path she had decided upon when her flight began.
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