"It is the way of the world," Fortune told him as they rode along side by side. "Our tutors taught my brothers and sister and me that throughout history one culture has always conquered and overcome another. Those of you in Ireland today once came from another place to overcome the Tuatha da Danae, the Fairy folk, who it is said once ruled this island. It is claimed they now live beneath the earth here because they did not wish to assimilate with the Celtic races. Sometimes these changes are for the good, and other times they are not. I don't approve, however, of how most of the English treat the Irish, but given the opportunity, would you Irish not be as wicked? Given the chance you would pillage and burn in the manner of your ancestors, and drive the English right into the sea itself. You would show no mercy, and are no better than they are."
He laughed, suddenly seeing what had so fascinated his young brother. "Aye," he agreed, "we would do just that, Lady Fortune Lindley. We might keep you though, for I have heard it said there is Irish in you. Is it true then?"
"Aye. My great-grandmother was born Skye O'Malley. She was the O'Malley of Innisfana, and a great woman. She died when I was just thirteen, but I knew her well, and shall never forget her," Fortune told him, and tears sprang into her eyes. "She was always so good to me."
The sky had clouded over as they rode, and now a heavy mist of rain began to fall.
"Let's shelter in that ruin," he said, pointing.
When they had gained the haven of the gray stone and dismounted, Fortune asked him, "What is this place?"
He shook his head. "I cannot say for certain, but they say it was once the hall of a Maguire chieftain several hundred years back. See how thick the moss is upon the walls? This archway, however, should keep us from the worst of it. Sit down, Fortune Lindley, while we wait." He plunked himself upon a shelf of stone that formed a natural bench, and patted the place by his side.
Joining him she said, "May I ask you an honest question, Kieran Devers?" And when he nodded in the affirmative she continued on, "Why have you given up your birthright over a matter as simple as religion? You do not seem to me to be a fanatic like so many others."
" 'Tis a fair question," he replied, "and I will try to explain. You are correct in that I am not a fanatic, and to be most candid religion means very little to me. I'm neither martyr nor saint, but the Catholic faith is all I have left of my mother. She died when I was just a little boy. We were an Irish family then, Moire, Da, and me. Then wee Colleen was born, and our mam lost her life giving our sister life. Da was devastated at first. But he soon began to cast his eye about for another wife to raise his children, and run his house. His other needs he had already taken care of, you see, by a discreet lady named Molly, who has had two daughters by my father. They are called Maeve and Aine, good girls both," he smiled.
"You know them?" Fortune was surprised, considering Lady Jane.
"Aye, although my stepmother is not aware that I do. Maeve was born when I was eleven, and Aine when I was fourteen. Da was wed already to his Lady Jane. A merchant's pretty heiress with firm ideas about everything."
"They say she wouldn't have him until he became a Protestant," Fortune remarked. "They say she made him be baptized again."
" 'Tis true," Kieran told her. "Jane Elliot fell in love with Mallow Court the first time she saw it. She wanted it badly, but she is as firm in her faith as she is self-willed. She insisted Da convert. The local priest in Lisnaskea came, and warned my father he would burn in hell if he did any such thing so, of course, he did. Da and I are alike in that we don't like being told what to do. He was baptized again as were Moire and Colleen. My father sent the priest packing in retaliation for his threats."
"Why weren't you baptized again?" she asked him.
"They couldn't catch me," Kieran said with a mischievous grin. "Everything changed when Lady Jane came into the house. My mother's things disappeared one by one. My mother's faith was erased from our lives. It was as if Jane sought to obliterate my mother entirely, or so I thought. When I grew up I realized it really wasn't that at all. My stepmother is a decent woman, but she lives by her own set of manners and mores, and she expects all her family to live by them, too.
"So even though I was not baptized again, she decided to be patient with me. I was forced to attend church each Sunday, and on other specified days, with the rest of my family. She thought once I was comfortable with her faith, I would acquiesce to her wishes. It was years before they discovered that after I had been to church with them, I would slip off to attend the mass wherever it was being held that day.
"On the day I turned twenty-one, I was told I must either be baptized a Protestant, or Da would disinherit me and Willy would become his heir. I would inherit a younger son's allowance, and I could make my home at Mallow Court, but I would lose the heir's portion of the Devers estate. I tried to explain to my father how I felt. Do you know what he said to me? That he could not even remember my mother's face now. That Jane was his wife, and he would have her content. It was then I told him to give Mallow Court to Willy. I did not want it."
"Did you not allow your pride to overrule your common sense?" Fortune wondered aloud. "I do not think your father was being callous when he said he could not recall your mother's visage. It is difficult to remember those who have died after a time. There is no fault in it."
"The truth is," Kieran Devers said, "that I have no passion for Mallow Court. I know I should, but I do not. It has never really felt like mine, nor has my native land felt like a place I should be. I cannot explain it, but I believe my true home is somewhere else."
Fortune stared open-mouthed at him in surprise. "You too?" was all she said.
"But surely you have had a place you love, that is home to you," he replied.
"I was born here at Maguire's Ford," Fortune began, "but I was taken to England when I was just a few weeks old. I have lived at my great-grandmam's house, Queen's Malvern. I have lived in France at Mama's chateau, Belle Fleurs. I have lived in Scotland at Papa's castle, Glenkirk, and at my own father's seat, Cadby, in Oxfordshire, but never, Kieran Devers, have I ever felt truly at home anywhere, though I will admit to loving Queen's Malvern best. There is no place I believe where I really belong. I was hoping Ireland would be that place."
"But it is not," he said.
"Nay, it is not," she admitted. "It would appear that you and I are two lost souls, Kieran Devers."
He looked at her, seeing her really for the first time. She was quite beautiful, but she had a second beauty that shone from within as well. Her green-blue eyes were warm and sympathetic. Her smile was sweet. It was a strange contrast, considering her blunt speech.
"The rain has stopped," Fortune said. "My parents will wonder where I have gotten to, Kieran Devers. Will you ride with me again?"
"Tomorrow?" he asked her softly.
She nodded. "Aye, tomorrow, in the morning."
He led her horse from the shelter, and, cupping his hands together, he helped her to vault into her saddle. When she was firmly seated he took her gloved hand and kissed it. "Tomorrow, Fortune Lindley," he told her. Then he gave her gelding a gentle swat on its rump, and the beast moved off. He watched her go, curious to see if she would look back at him, and when she did he grinned broadly.
Fortune blushed to the roots of her fiery head. The devil! she thought. He was waiting for me to do that, and knows women well indeed that he waited. Boldly she turned about, and stuck her tongue out at him before kicking Thunder into a gallop. She could hear his laughter on the wind, and chuckled. They were surely well matched, she considered.