The Witch From The Sea Part 52

'Then you are fortunate to have met me, for I live there and am returning there now.'

'Is that truly so, then this is indeed a happy meeting.'

'If you ride beside me I will take you there,' I said.

'That is kind of you.'

Our horses walked side by side as we crossed the meadow to the road.

'I think you may wish to see my father,' I said.

'I have business with Captain Fennimore Landor,' he answered.

'He is away at this time.'

'But I had heard his voyage was ended.'

'Yes, it has. He is only gone to Plymouth and will be home within a few days.'

'Ah, that is better news. I shall not be too long delayed.'

'I dare say it is business concerning the East India Company.'

'Your a.s.sumption is correct.'

'People often come to see him. But you have come far.'

'I have come from London. My servants are at an inn. I left them with my baggage and rode out to see if I could find the Priory. You have made my quest easy.'

'I am pleased. My brother will talk to you. He knows a great deal about the Company.'

'That's interesting. May I introduce myself? I am Gervaise Pondersby.'

'I am Bersaba Landor. I have a twin sister, Angelet. She and my brother will be very pleased to see you.'

I pictured their astonishment when I rode in with this elegant stranger. I was grateful to him, for he had made me forget temporarily the hurt Bastion had inflicted on me.

The Priory came into sight.

'A charming place,' said Gervaise Pondersby. 'So this is the Landor home, is it? And how far from the sea?'

'Five miles.'

'I had expected it would be nearer.'

'Five miles is nothing much,' I answered. I told him that the house had been built with stones from the ruined priory as we rode up the slight incline and into the courtyard.

We had been seen, and I imagined the consternation that had caused: Bersaba arriving home with a gentleman from London!

I shouted to a groom to take our horses, and when we stepped into the hall Fennimore was already there with Bastian. I would not look at Bastian but spoke to Fennimore.

'I met this gentleman on the road. He was looking for Trystan Priory. He has business with Father.'

The bow was elegant as he said: 'Gervaise Pondersby at your service.'

'Why, Sir Gervaise,' cried Fennimore, 'my father has often spoken of you. Welcome to Trystan. Alas, my father is not here at this time.'

'Your sister told me so. But I believe he is not far from home.'

'He will be back in a few days. May I present my cousin, Bastian Casvellyn.'

Bastian bowed. I thought: he seems awkward beside this man, and I exulted in the fact.

'I pray you come into my father's private parlour. I will send for refreshment.'

'I will take a little wine and perhaps you can give me more exact information as to when your father will return.'

'I can send a messenger to Plymouth to tell him you are here,' said Fennimore. I was rather proud of my brother because he did not seem in the least overawed by the stranger.

As Fennimore led him away I ran upstairs. Bastian ran after me but I was fleeter than he.

'Bersaba,' he whispered.

'I have nothing to say to you,' I hissed over my shoulder.

'I must explain.'

I sped on, but he came after me, and caught up with me in the gallery.

'There is nothing you can say to me,' I told him. 'It is I who must say to you congratulations.'

'You must understand, Bersaba.'

'I do understand. You have asked Carlotta to marry you. That's clear enough, is it not?'

'I can't think how it happened. Bersaba, I love you.'

'You love me so much that you are going to marry Carlotta. Oh, that is perfectly clear.'

'It was a moment of madness. I don't know what came over me ... I was sort of bewitched. That's how it is, Bersaba. You must understand. When she is there ...'

Every word was like a knife in my heart. I wondered how such a simple man as Bastian could inflict such pain.

I pushed him from me. 'Go to her then. Go to your witch. I promise you this. You'll be sorry ... sick and sorry ...'

Then I turned and ran and I reached our bedroom. I was thankful that Angelet was not there. I locked the door. He was outside tapping on it, whispering my name.

'I must explain, Bersaba ...'

Explain. What was there to explain? Only that she was irresistible. He wanted her. He was ready to thrust me aside for her.

'Go back to her,' I whispered venomously. 'Go back to your ... witch.'

Fennimore immediately sent a messenger to Plymouth to tell my father of Sir Gervaise's arrival, and while he was taking wine my brother persuaded him that he would be more comfortable at Trystan Priory than at the inn, and he begged him to come with his personal servants and baggage, and rooms would be made ready for him.

Sir Gervaise graciously accepted the invitation, but would not come until my father returned.

At supper everyone was talking about Sir Gervaise, and I explained how I had discovered him when out riding and was immediately reprimanded for riding alone. 'You know our mother says you are always to have the grooms with you,' said Fennimore. 'It was wilful of you to do that while she was away.'

'I'm not a child any longer, Fennimore,' I said sharply.

I knew Bastian was looking at me and that he blushed a little, remembering our unchildlike behaviour, I was sure. He sat next to Carlotta and I was aware of the spell she had laid on him. He was hurt and bewildered by what had happened to him, which was just the way he would be if he were bewitched. But he could not keep his eyes from her; I saw his hands reach out to touch her. How I hated them both; and I must sit there and pretend that nothing was wrong.

Carlotta said: 'He seemed a very courtly gentleman. I saw him when he left-but from a window.'

'He will return when my parents are here,' said Fennimore, 'and then I expect he will stay for a few days.'

How I lived through that meal I did not know. Bastian must go home or I would break down. I could not bear to see him and Carlotta together. It was asking too much of me.

After supper the minstrels played soothing music from the gallery, and Thomas Jenson, who taught us music and had a beautiful voice, sang madrigals with us. Of course there was the inevitable one about the faithless lover, which did not help me.

As soon as I could I said I was tired and I would go to my room, but my sister had to come up with me and to tell me that I looked pale and strained and that I had been very wrong to ride out alone. Chiding me with this tender scolding was more than I could endure, and I begged her to leave me alone that I might close my eyes and try to sleep.

Sleep! As if I could sleep.

I lay there for half an hour when there was a knock on the door. I closed my eyes, thinking it was Angelet returning, but it was not. It was the maid Ginny with some posset Angelet had sent up for me.

I looked at Ginny. She was twenty-one, very wise. She had had a child when she was fourteen and kept him with her in one of the attics, because my mother said that it was not right that a mother should be parted from her child. There had been many lovers since for Ginny but no more children. 'Foolish girl,' said my mother. 'She will find herself in trouble again one day.' But I understood her. She wasn't so much foolish as helpless.

'Mistress Angelet said you was to take this, mistress,' she said now. 'Her said it 'ud make you sleep.'

'Thank you, Ginny,' I said.

She gave it to me. It was hot and soothing.

'Wait a bit while I drink it.'

'Yes, mistress.'

'Have you ever talked to a witch, Ginny?'

'Oh yes. I went to one when I had my trouble. It was too late, though ... she could do nothing for me.'

'That was Jenny Keys, wasn't it? They hanged her in the lane.'

'Yes, mistress, it were. There was naught wrong with Jenny Keys. She'd helped many a girl from her trouble and it was beautiful to see the way she could charm off your warts. She did good, she did. My granny used to say, "There be white and black witches, Ginny, and Jenny Keys be a white one." '

'Some didn't think so.'

'No, there be some terrible people about. Jenny Keys could turn off a bad spell. Why, when my young brother had the whooping cough Jenny Keys cured him by tying a bag of spiders round his neck. I don't reckon Jenny Keys ever laid a spell. Some of them do, though, and there's always them as will tell against a woman who's a witch. Tain't safe, being a witch ... black or white.'

'What happened to Jenny Keys?'

'There was people who hated her. They started to talk about her, build up against her, like. A cow died in calf ... so did the calf, and the cowherd he were so mad he said he'd caught Jenny Keys ill-wis.h.i.+ng it. Someone else said she'd gone along for a remedy and had seen Jenny Keys in her cottage with her black cat there at her feet and she was roasting a bullock's heart stuffed with pins. She was saying: "'Tis not this heart I wish to burn But Jack Perran's heart I wish to turn Wis.h.i.+ng him neither rest nor peace Till he be dead and gone."

And when Jack Perran died all sudden in his sleep-people started whispering. They started remembering other witches and how in the times of King James there'd been regular witch baiting. They reckoned a lot of them had been driven under ground at that time but now they was coming out again. They reckoned they ought to make an example of one. They talked ... they remembered ... they spied on Jenny Keys. Then came the day when they took her and hung her on a tree in Hangman's Lane.'

'If she was indeed a witch perhaps it was right.'

'Perhaps it were, mistress, but they do say she were a white witch.'

'There was a witch once at Castle Paling. Have you ever heard of her?'

Ginny was startled. She looked furtively over her shoulder.

'Why yes, mistress, everyone have heard of how she come by the sea. My granny told me. It were always remembered. She came and she went back to the Devil and came back again, and then she went back to him and was never heard of no more.'

I s.h.i.+vered.

'You be cold, mistress?'

'Someone walking over my grave, Ginny, as they say. You know the ladies here?'

Ginny was very disturbed. 'Yes, mistress.'

'Well, the young beautiful one is the granddaughter of that witch.'

'Yes, mistress.'

I'm going too far too fast, I thought. But nevertheless I went on.

'Do you think the powers are pa.s.sed down ... these dark powers, I mean?'

Ginny was a conspirator. Her voice sounded hoa.r.s.e.

'I've heard it's so. Yes, indeed I've heard it said.'

'I wonder ... Here, take the dish. The posset was good and warming. I feel I could sleep now.'

She took the dish and tiptoed out. I felt like a gardener who has prepared the ground and sewn the first seeds. Now I could wait and see what crop came forth.

I felt better because I had a plan. I became obsessed by it and would awake in the night when a wild excitement possessed me and this soothed my hatred and bitterness. I could understand Homer's saying 'Revenge is sweeter far than flowing honey.'

I used to dream of Carlotta's being dragged by the mob to the tree in Hangman's Lane, and all the humiliations which would be thrust upon her. I pictured her half-naked body and lewd men watching her, and afterwards Bastian coming to the Lane and seeing her hanging there.

How wicked I am! I thought; but the hurt was so deep that I had to soothe it some way, and at the back of my mind I believed it to be only a fantasy-like a daydream when one receives comfort for indulging in a fancy that one possesses something which is unattainable.

Carlotta created a good deal of attention in a household like ours. She was so different with her airs and graces; she was exotic, and anything foreign aroused suspicions in the simple. With interest I watched the servants' behaviour towards her. They were fascinated and a little afraid, and I did all I could to foster this fear in them. I think Ginny had talked and reminded them of that old story of the witch who had come from the sea.