‘I will do nothing to put her at risk.’ It was not the answer he wanted, but he did not press me for another. I wished him well and gave him my hand, like a man, whereas two days ago I had embraced him as a brother. I turned away, and was back within the castle before the gates had opened. I watched with Deirdre at a window as they left.
‘I have driven him away,’ she said.
‘No. He only goes to get Macha to safety in Carrickfergus. We will meet with them again before nightfall.’
‘He will not give the child to my grandmother? Sean’s child must be free.’
‘We will decide on the safest place for them once we get there, once Sir James has spoken to your grandmother.’
It was as if she was not listening. ‘She must not have him,’ she said, and continued to watch after Andrew and Macha until the steward’s cart disappeared from sight. Lady Isabella tried to send me to my bed, but I told her what was the truth – I could scarcely remember when I had last had more than three hours’ sleep, and I feared what visions my mind would conjure for me when I shut my eyes again.
A little before midday Sir James declared that we should set forth soon, or lose the end of our journey to the darkness. Before we had even reached to Olderfleet, we were passed by a troop from the English garrison, heading north, and on the road to Carrickfergus, English soldiers were more in evidence than traders or labourers in the field. Lady Isabella commented upon it.
‘Something is afoot.’
‘It would appear so,’ was her husband’s only response.
Deirdre did not appear to notice, but Margaret, who took pains to look after her on the journey, was nervous and unsettled, looking around her all the time, as did the guards Sir James had riding with us.
Little over three miles from our destination, a detachment on the road counselled us to make haste, as word had come to Carrickfergus of a planned Irish rising from the North. They warned us too of two Scots fugitives from justice who had fled Coleraine a week ago, leaving one of their pursuing party paralysed and like to die. Sir James hazarded a glance at me and assured them that he would inform the governor at Carrickfergus should he chance upon such dangerous wretches on the road.
‘They are not in the town, of that we are certain, for the party in pursuit of them has searched every inch of it. No, they are in tow somewhere with those damned Franciscans the Earl of Antrim harbours.’
Sir James’s views on the Earl of Antrim’s loyalties had been made a little too openly and a little too volubly at dinner on the previous evening for his wife’s comfort, but out on the road he kept these views to himself, even amongst common soldiers. But it was of no comfort to me to know that the Blackstones had passed this way already, and that further tales of outlawry on my part would have reached Carrickfergus before me.
We approached the town from the Scots Quarter. If I had felt apprehension on leaving Carrickfergus only a week ago, I felt more now, about to re-enter it. Rather than a place of sanctuary and safety, what waited for me behind those walls might be imprisonment, condemnation, death. While Sir James might argue my innocence of involvement in the murder of my cousin, there was nothing he could do against the charges the Blackstones would level against Andrew and me over the injury to their companion, crushed by his horse when Michael shot at them as we fled from Coleraine. And Andrew had entered the town already, with no Sir James to speak for him.
The apprehension, anticipation of some evil to come, that I felt, was in the air all around us as we proceeded down through the Scots Quarter. There was stillness everywhere. A dog barked on the empty street, beasts snorted and jostled for position in the backlands, frustrated at being brought in and tethered so early in the day. Doors were shut; windows, where there were any, were boarded. There was not one human soul to be seen or heard upon the street or from the houses within.
I looked on the mean thatched dwellings that we passed, and thought of the damage that had been done to Ballygally the previous night. Sir James spoke my thoughts.
‘The savages will burn everything they have.’
Sir James was well known to the guards, and soon I found myself walking the streets of Carrickfergus in daylight for the first time. A beard of a week’s growth and the severe haircut Sir James’s barber had given me that morning afforded my only disguise, save the helmet of coarse brown wool and the hood of the short cloak I wore in common with his other men. Once within the gates, he took me aside and indicated two of his men. ‘Go now with those two. They will take you to the safe house where you will find Boyd. Tell him we are arrived safely, and purpose to go immediately to your grandmother’s house. Time is pressing. We must get you off the streets before you are seen. Once we have dealt with Maeve I will take you to the castle myself and argue your case there, although only God in His Heaven knows how I am to extricate you from this business at Coleraine.’
This business at Coleraine. How succinctly he put it. Four words to cover a night that had begun for the Blackstones in merriment and anticipation of a play, an entertainment, and ended with their younger son dead under his horse and Andrew and myself fleeing the town in the darkness with the help of renegade priests.
‘We should have told you of it, but …’
He held up a hand. ‘Enough for now. Go and fetch Boyd and the Irish girl that I might get your cousin to her grandmother’s before she collapses. We will meet with you at the marketplace.’
I was able to see Deirdre properly for the first time in several miles now, and it was evident that the news that her father-in-law and his party were also in the town had greatly shaken her. I went closer to her and looked in her face, to make sure that she listened to me. ‘It will not be long now, and you will be in a place of safety.’
‘No,’ she said, looking past me, ‘it will not be long now.’
Sir James’s men led me up a street behind the tholsel, past the palace of Joymount and on to Back Lane, where a nervous-looking young boy opened the door.
‘Where is your father?’
‘He is taking his turn on the walls,’ answered the boy.
‘Are you alone here?’
‘No. Yes. You are from Sir James?’
‘We are.’
At first I could see no one in the murky living area of the house, and then I was aware of a slight stirring in the corner farthest from the door. It was Macha.
I took a step towards her, my hand outstretched, but she shrank back, her eyes filled with fear; in the near-dark of the interior my disguise was too good. I pulled down my hood and removed the woollen helmet.
‘Where is Andrew?’ I asked her in her own tongue.
She began to answer, but she was anxious and upset and spoke too quickly; I had to ask her to slow down, so I could translate for Sir James’s men.
‘Men came, English men, not long after we arrived. A party from Coleraine. They were filthy brutes, I could see it. They only let me alone because this boy’s father told them I was his wife. They were looking for you both. Andrew was out in the backland, washing. He heard what was being said and was over the back wall and away before they could even get out there. It was a few hours ago; I have not seen him since.’
The boy confirmed her story. The Englishmen from Coleraine sought us by name – Andrew Boyd and Alexander Seaton. They charged us with the murder of Henry Blackstone, Deirdre’s husband’s brother.