Cate Of The Lost Colony Part 9

"In the arena, you mean? The queen loves the sport, don't she. Bearbaiting." The guard launched into this new topic while I studied the smaller s.h.i.+p moored beside the Lion. Lion. Three gunports faced me. I wondered how many guns were mounted on the Spanish merchant s.h.i.+ps. Three gunports faced me. I wondered how many guns were mounted on the Spanish merchant s.h.i.+ps.

"Would the Spanish attack a s.h.i.+p carrying only men and food and building supplies?" I asked.

In reply, the guard pointed to the soldiers standing on the quay wearing helmets, bra.s.s gorgets over their leather jerkins, and swords at their belts.

"Them will protect ye. There be dangers on land even if ye escape those at sea, that's for certain."

I turned away to watch the s.h.i.+ps being loaded. With seeming ease, workers slung great bundles and firkins on their shoulders or backs, treading the narrow planks that led from the wharf to to the s.h.i.+ps' decks. Men shouted to one another, and cargo thumped and banged the decks as it was lowered into the hold. Two men struggled to push a cannon onto the Lion. Lion. A soldier lent a hand while the others leaned against a barrel and watched. The boarding planks threatened to break under the weight. A cart carrying a blacksmith's forge nearly crashed to the quay before it was brought under control. A soldier lent a hand while the others leaned against a barrel and watched. The boarding planks threatened to break under the weight. A cart carrying a blacksmith's forge nearly crashed to the quay before it was brought under control.

I saw my fellow voyagers gathering. Some wore woolen cloaks and the plain garb of tradesmen and carried their possessions in bundles. Others were dressed like gentlemen fresh from court. My attention was drawn to a wide-shouldered young man who carried himself like an eager child. He smiled at me and I saw he was simple-minded. I returned the smile, thinking he was an unusual sort of colonist. An older man I took to be his father put a hand on his shoulder to calm him.

I wondered what these men would think of me. Would I be accepted among them, and on what terms? I watched servants carry bedding, pots and pans, and even furniture on board. I had few possessions and no money. Would I have to work as a servant to earn my livelihood?

"Get yourself aboard now, lady," said the guard. "They'll be weighing anchor before the tide turns."

But I hesitated, suddenly unwilling to leave the country where I had lived my entire life. Though I had no one who desired me to stay, it pained me to go away. The prospect of being the only woman in a colony of men-and a servant to boot-also filled me with misgiving. How could Elizabeth, who had treated me like a daughter, consign me to a future so uncertain, even unsafe? I lingered on the wharf, growing ever more reluctant to board the s.h.i.+p. And then I saw a woman and a young boy going up the plank. Another woman followed on the arm of her husband. Her belly was round with an unborn babe. Apparently Sir Walter had decided to plant a colony that could grow and flourish. I would not be the lone woman after all.

"I'd give my eyeteeth to be young again," said the guard, watching the colonists board. "Think of the fortunes they'll make." He summoned a s.h.i.+pman to carry my trunk, and I boarded the Lion Lion without looking back. without looking back.

From the s.h.i.+p's deck, which was not so wide as it appeared from the wharf, I looked over the expanse of the city. I was glad to be freed from the grim, gray Tower and hopeful as the church spires that rose above the thatched roofs. Whitehall Palace, where I had lived for four years, was invisible beyond the bend in the river. The barges and wherries plying the Thames looked small and insubstantial.

"Get below! Move on! My s.h.i.+p is no place for women."

The voice belonged to a man with face and hands as brown and creased as shoe leather. He wore a black doublet with Spanish lace at the neck and sleeves.

"Simon Fernandes, be careful how you speak around the ladies," said the man with the large-bellied wife. He took the scowling pilot's hand. "Ananias Dare, Governor White's son-in-law," he said. The two men measured each other with their looks.

And then I saw behind the pilot a tall, familiar figure. He was dressed in a well-cut doublet and hose and soft leather shoes. His hair was bound at the nape of his neck and his skin was as tawny as that of Fernandes. It was Manteo. I had but a moment to wonder whether Ralegh was also on board, when Ananias Dare took my arm to guide me belowdecks. My unwieldy skirts tangled in the ladder and I pitched forward, landing in a scene of utter confusion. The between deck was piled waist high with cargo, leaving only the narrowest of walkways. The pa.s.sengers spread their mattresses, blankets, and belongings atop the cargo, marking their s.p.a.ces for the journey. Dare's wife had claimed a desirable spot near an open gunport that provided light and fresh air. The mother and her young son were hanging a cloth from the beams to curtain their sleeping pallet. The berths fore and aft were reserved for the s.h.i.+p's officers and the gentlemen of the colony. Near the stern, a rough-looking seaman-an Irishman, judging by his accent-and a soldier were arguing, the soldier saying he refused to lie next to a papist.

There were perhaps forty people in the hold. They spoke to each other as kin and neighbors of long acquaintance. I was keenly aware of being the stranger among them. Clothed still like a lady, I must have looked quite out of place. I found a spot near the hatch that led to the s.h.i.+p's hold and spread out my cloak, for I had not even a mattress to lie upon. I thought of Emme and all the nights we had slept next to each other. Would I ever see my friend again? Lying on my cloak, I waited for the tears to come, but my eyes remained dry. Not until the s.h.i.+p drifted from the dock and the current began to carry her down the Thames did the tears slip down my face, and I knew what I had hoped for was impossible: that Sir Walter would board the s.h.i.+p, declare his love, and sail with me to Virginia.

I wiped my tears and shook myself awake from this dream for the last time.

The Lion Lion was en route to Portsmouth to pick up more pa.s.sengers when the s.h.i.+p's boy came below and, to my surprise, called out my name, saying the captain wanted to see me. Everyone's eyes were on me as I followed the boy up the ladder. Compared to the lodging below, the captain's cabin was s.p.a.cious, containing a sleeping berth, a table covered with a carpet, two chairs, and an open chest of maps and charts. On the wall hung pieces of armor and instruments of navigation such as I had seen in Sir Walter's library. was en route to Portsmouth to pick up more pa.s.sengers when the s.h.i.+p's boy came below and, to my surprise, called out my name, saying the captain wanted to see me. Everyone's eyes were on me as I followed the boy up the ladder. Compared to the lodging below, the captain's cabin was s.p.a.cious, containing a sleeping berth, a table covered with a carpet, two chairs, and an open chest of maps and charts. On the wall hung pieces of armor and instruments of navigation such as I had seen in Sir Walter's library.

The captain had graying hair and a kindly demeanor. He introduced himself as John White and took my hand in his. I noticed the ink-stained fingers and realized he was the very painter Ralegh had sent on the first voyage.

"Sir, I have beheld with wonder your drawings of the New World, and they made me long to visit this paradise called Virginia," I said.

Captain White smiled at the compliment and picked up a sketch on the table as if he wanted to show it to me, then put it down and broached his business instead.

"As the deputy governor of Virginia, I would consider it an honor if you would become a member of my household there," he said. "Along with my daughter, Eleanor, and her husband, Ananias."

"You require a servant, then?" I said. John White did not look like a harsh master. I could do far worse.

"No, you will not be a servant, but more like kin," he said. Seeing my confusion, he continued, "I have been given a sum of money to cover your pa.s.sage and establish you in the colony."

"By Elizabeth?" I could hardly believe the queen had shown me both mercy and generosity.

"No, it was Walter Ralegh's doing," he replied. "He said he felt an obligation to you." He turned and fumbled among the papers on his desk until he found a sealed letter. "He asked me to deliver this to you. I apologize for the delay. The s.h.i.+p's business has consumed me."

I left the cabin clutching the letter and stumbled into Manteo. My face met his doublet and I blushed as red as an apple, remembering the sight of his bare chest with its raised markings. He quickly righted me and withdrew, but not before our eyes met and he gave a nod of recognition. Without a word he pa.s.sed into the cabin, and I sank down on a pile of sails. I realized I had crushed Sir Walter's letter in my fist. I unfolded it, read it quickly, then leapt to my feet.

Send me a reply before the Lion Lion sails, sails, he had written. It was too late; London was behind us. When we landed in Portsmouth I could dispatch a reply. But what would I write? I pored over the letter again. On the first reading, it had seemed plain and dutiful. Now I discerned a flame of feeling, more honest than pa.s.sionate. Reading it a third time, I noted the self-regard in his complaints about his own suffering. Yet he signed himself as a humble penitent. I did not know what to think of it. Why had he waited until my very last moment in England to admit his wrong and attempt to know my mind? Was he afraid of my reply? Perhaps he did want me to find a husband in Virginia and thereby release him from any duty to love me. he had written. It was too late; London was behind us. When we landed in Portsmouth I could dispatch a reply. But what would I write? I pored over the letter again. On the first reading, it had seemed plain and dutiful. Now I discerned a flame of feeling, more honest than pa.s.sionate. Reading it a third time, I noted the self-regard in his complaints about his own suffering. Yet he signed himself as a humble penitent. I did not know what to think of it. Why had he waited until my very last moment in England to admit his wrong and attempt to know my mind? Was he afraid of my reply? Perhaps he did want me to find a husband in Virginia and thereby release him from any duty to love me.

My speculations seemed fruitless. I would never know what Sir Walter's letter truly meant. And I was in such turmoil I did not even know my own mind. So I would not reply until I could write something truthful.

We docked at Portsmouth, where twenty or so farmers, laborers, and women waited with their belongings. Some were taken on the smaller flyboat and the rest boarded the already-crowded Lion Lion. They received a sullen welcome, and out of pity I made room for one Jane Pierce, a single woman of about twenty-five. Like me, she had no family, but she had a mattress and kindly agreed to share it with me.

At Plymouth, the last port before the open seas, we took on casks of fresh water and lay at anchor for several days, waiting for favorable winds. I borrowed paper and ink from John White and ruined it all with striking out what I had written. If Sir Walter loved me, he could follow me to America. All he had to do was board one of his own s.h.i.+ps. He had the means. But did he have the will to leave his estates, his honors, and his royal mistress-to exchange them all for love?

Only time would tell the answer.

Chapter 18.

Dangers and Discoveries On the eighth of May, the winds turned favorable and Fernandes decided to sail. The gunports were sealed for the voyage, leaving the hold dark and smelling of tar. Ten men strained like oxen against the bars of the capstan, turning it slowly to lift the anchor. The sails were unfurled and caught the wind, flapping like the wings of a mythical dragon. All the noises were new and sounded strange from belowdecks: waves slapping the hull, the s.h.i.+p creaking in all her seams, and seamen shouting in a language of their own. The s.h.i.+p rolled from side to side, sometimes with a gentle motion, sometimes lurching violently. Unable to quell my sickness, I retched into a common bucket. The hold stank of vomit and waste. I lifted my face to the hatch, trying to breathe fresh air. When it rained, the water leaked through the canvas cover and soaked our skimpy pallet.

We were in such misery that John White allowed us to come onto the deck in small numbers, despite the objection of Fernandes. The pilot glared at the women from under his dark brows and shouted oaths at any man unfortunate enough to be in the way of a crew member. Soon the sickness abated as we became accustomed to the pitching of the s.h.i.+p.

On the twenty-second of June we anch.o.r.ed at the island of Santa Cruz, where John White would purchase sheep, plants, and salt for the colony. For the first time in six weeks I stepped on land, but could barely stand upright because of the weakness in my legs. On the sand was a turtle of immense proportions, its claws bigger than a man's hand. The slow creature was no match for the soldiers, who killed it at once, hungry for the meat. Its blood stained the white sand.

The swift birds fared better. Their feathers flashed red, yellow, and green as they darted, squawking, among the trees. John White called them parrots, and the tree with purple blossoms a lignum vitae lignum vitae. The men went off in search of fresh water while the women bathed and washed clothing. The boy Edmund turned cartwheels and dug in the sand while his mother, Betty Vickers, tried not to smile. She was probably a Puritan, with her plain clothing and prayer book always at hand. The governor's daughter, Eleanor, let her thick golden hair down and washed it in a bucket of salt water. Despite the weeks of deprivation, her belly had grown since we first boarded the s.h.i.+p.

A sweet scent floated upon the air, its source a green, applelike fruit. The children eagerly collected these, as we had not tasted fresh fruit in many weeks. Eleanor threw her damp hair over her shoulders and accepted one from little Edmund, who sniffed his own uncertainly.

Moments later I heard Eleanor cry out, "My lips! My mouth! They are on fire!"

At once her tongue began to swell up. She put her hands to her belly, and I could see terror in her eyes.

Dimly I remembered once eating a leaf of cow parsley and my mother trying to get me to vomit. I showed Eleanor how to put her fingers in her throat until the contents of her stomach spewed out, and I held her head while she shuddered afterward.

Panic spread as more became sick. Edmund had swallowed the fruit and his face and hands were inflamed. "Not my son; oh G.o.d, don't let him die!" Betty prayed, clasping him to her.

Hearing the cries, the men came running, their weapons ready. Manteo broke open the stem of a plant that oozed an oily salve, indicating it was to be spread on the inflamed skin.

Ambrose Vickers, Betty's husband, began to complain. "Why didn't John White warn us about that fruit? It is his duty to protect us."

George Howe, one of White's a.s.sistants, grabbed Vickers by the collar and hoisted him off his feet. "Shut your trap and fetch some water for these suffering folk."

George's son, the simple boy, had bitten into the fruit, but was unharmed.

"It was bad. I spit it out. It did not hurt me. It did not hurt Georgie Howe," he said again and again, proud of himself. It was a strange relief, to see such a st.u.r.dy youth smiling amidst so much distress.

By the following afternoon, the effects of the poison had worn off. No one died, and Eleanor did not miscarry. John White cautioned us against eating anything he did not provide. He seemed surprised that we had been so reckless. But in this new place we were like children in need of a strict father, while John White seemed to be an indulgent one.

Eleanor was convinced I had saved her life and her unborn babe, and thus I acquired a friend.

"I know you must think it foolish of me to sail in my condition," she said. Her cheeks and lips were still swollen from the poison. "But I love my father, and since my mother died, he has no one to take care of him. He came home from his first voyage nothing but bones. Were it not for me, he would spend all his time drawing and forget to eat."

This admission did not increase my confidence in John White.

"How did you persuade your husband to make the journey?" I asked.

"It was not me, but five hundred acres of land that induced him. Few of these men would have left England were it not for the promise of land. And my father offered to make Ananias one of his a.s.sistants. They were granted coats of arms, so they are both gentlemen now."

"And that makes you a gentlewoman," I said.

She smiled. "I care nothing for t.i.tles. I only want my child to be safely born and thrive."

"Virginia is fertile and the climate healthy. We should all thrive there," I said.

I told Eleanor only a little about myself. I said that my parents were dead and I had served the queen, who granted my wish to see the New World and put me under her father's protection. I admitted I knew Sir Walter and had often heard him describe his plans for the colony. It was not the full truth, but why should I admit to being disgraced? I was free to hide or reveal whatever I chose.

Eleanor seemed to be in awe of me. "I am so fortunate. You are like a sister to me already," she said.

I was as pleased as she was.

Once Eleanor befriended me, the other women began to show me respect as well. They were hesitant to address me, perhaps because they did not know what to say to someone who had waited on a queen. I asked them not to call me Lady Catherine, but simply Cate. Still, I felt like a stranger among them, for they were all related or had grown up in the same parishes. Betty Vickers had lost two infants and a young child to the plague, leaving only ten-year-old Edmund. Her husband was a hardworking journeyman, but with little hope of advancement in the London guilds. Seeing the opportunity to become a master woodcrafter in the New World, he had sold all his family's possessions to finance their voyage.

Not all the men on the voyage would become landowners in Virginia. Some were indentured servants who would work for their freedom. Many were soldiers paid to guard the colony. Besides myself, the other unmarried women were servants, except for one widow of independent means. The number of colonists traveling aboard the flags.h.i.+p, the flyboat, and the small pinnace was a hundred and fifteen, including seventeen women and eleven children.

Leaving Santa Cruz, where White failed to obtain sheep, plants, or salt, Fernandes sailed to the island named St. John. There we also encountered trouble. The men found freshwater, but they drank so much beer that nothing was gained. Three soldiers who were supposed to be watching for Spaniards were found imbibing. White had them whipped and chastised the others, but they were all too drunk to care.

The pinnace was already anch.o.r.ed at St. John. Among her pa.s.sengers was a soldier who followed me with his eyes, which made me uneasy. Soldiers were generally rough and unsavory. He drew nearer and was about to speak when I said, "You are too bold. I do not wish to know you."

"Lady Catherine, do you spurn an old friend?"

I peered at him. "Who are you?" There was something familiar in his stance. "Thomas Graham?" I said, incredulous. For he was no longer "the fool of fas.h.i.+on" as d.i.c.k Tarleton had once dubbed him. He had traded his slashed doublet for a common jerkin, and his face was covered with a reddish beard. He looked st.u.r.dy and vital.

"At your service." He bowed. "Do you wonder why I am I here?"

I knew Graham had been almost penniless when the queen sent him from court. I also remembered how he had admired Ralegh's treasure-laden s.h.i.+ps docked along the Thames.

"You must be seeking your fortune like everyone else," I replied. "Do you mean to settle in Virginia?"

Graham laughed. "I've no longing to live among savages. I will save my earnings, maybe look for gold, then return to England with the means to marry my Lady Anne."

Swept with fresh regret, I said, "I'm sorry I could not help you and you had to become a soldier."

"Lady Catherine, your intentions were the best, and I bear you no ill will."

I nodded, grateful. "I call myself Cate now," I said.

"Then, Lady Cate, do not be sorry for me. This is an adventure that puts me among the finest of men." He gestured toward his companion. "Why, this fellow spent ten years at Colchester prison for murdering a farmer. I'm afraid to beat him at a game of dice!"

The man grinned but without mirth. "It was for stealin' not killin'. But I didn't do either."

Then Graham grew serious. "My dear Cate, it is I who am sorry for your your plight." plight."

"Do not speak of it, please," I said in a low voice. "I do not wish anyone to know I was imprisoned like your dice-playing friend."

Graham leaned closer and lowered his voice. "I will be discreet. But as we find ourselves in the same circ.u.mstance, we ought to be friends."

"Being a woman, my circ.u.mstance is somewhat different and more perilous than yours," I said, drawing back. "We are being observed, and I do not wish to be the subject of gossip."

"Truly, reputation is as precious to a soldier as it is to a lady. Worth more than gold," he said, bowing like a courtier. "I would be reputed the bravest man in the Americas; Anne will marry me even if I am penniless. d.a.m.n, even the queen will love me then."

Despite myself I smiled. I decided Graham's character was much improved by soldiering.

Just then a commotion broke out, and I saw the Irish seaman and his unwilling bunk mate sprawled on the ground. John White stood over them, his face pale with rage. Everyone had stopped what they were doing to watch the unfolding drama.

"I've had enough of your quarreling and insubordination!" White shouted. "I'm giving you a choice. You can take your flogging, or you can leave the company now and see how long you'll last on this island."

His threat was a dire one. Many of the mariners said the island was peopled by savages who stuck bones through their noses and ate the flesh of their enemies.

In reply, the Irishman spat on the captain's shoes. White drew back his foot as if to kick him, but the Irishman was too quick, scrambling to his feet and fleeing into the brush. The other rogue followed him. Thus, without a word, they chose their fate.

The boatswain threw two bundles overboard and they were quickly plundered.

"See what I found in Darby's sack!" cried a man, holding up two strands of beads with bra.s.s crosses dangling from them.

Murmurs went through the crowd, as everyone affirmed the Irishman was indeed a papist.

Roger Bailey, one of White's a.s.sistants, laughed harshly. "We are well rid of that Catholic dog," he said. But it was Bailey, with his sharp yellowish teeth, who resembled a dog, Next to me, Graham shook his head. "It was unwise of Captain White to let them go," he murmured. "He should have had them flogged and thrown into the bilge instead."

I was surprised by his harshness, but set it down to a soldier's love of discipline. Soon, however, I understood what he meant. The evidence of Darby's religion and the presence of Spaniards in the islands led to rumors that the Irishman was a traitor.

"That fellow has been to Virginia before," said Ambrose Vickers. "He knows where the fort is located. Why, for a little money, the villain would betray us to the Spaniards around here. We will never be safe on Roanoke Island."

I found myself defending the seaman. "I do not think Darby was disloyal, even if he was a papist," I said. "Perhaps he only brought the beads to have something to trade with the Indians." Ambrose and the men looked at me in surprise, and I realized they were unused to having a woman-even a lady-speak in their company.

The next day the s.h.i.+ps weighed anchor, leaving Darby and his bunk mate to their uncertain fates. The idea of conspiracy had been planted, making everyone sober and fearful.

To make matters worse, John White and the pilot argued. Their raised voices drifted down through the open hatch. Eleanor was concerned for her father, so together we crept up the ladder and onto the deck. The boatswain dared not admonish her because she was White's daughter.

"We must must land at Salinas Bay for livestock and salt," said the captain, bursting from his cabin. "Or we will reach Roanoke without enough supplies to survive for long." land at Salinas Bay for livestock and salt," said the captain, bursting from his cabin. "Or we will reach Roanoke without enough supplies to survive for long."

Fernandes was at his heels. "At this time of year, the currents, the reefs! It is too great a risk to the s.h.i.+p."

"This time of year," said White, whirling around and stabbing his finger at the pilot's nose, "you prefer to be on the high seas, for your own profit. But if you hasten this voyage and thus endanger my colonists, you will have Ralegh and the queen herself to answer to."

Fernandes only laughed. "I tell you, we will find these goods in Hispaniola. I have a friend there."