They reached the Virginias in March. Although Lord Baltimore had advised against having anything to do with the Virginians, whose representatives at court were doing all in their power to stop the Mary's Land colony, Leonard Calvert had a message for Virginia's governor from the king, as well as some gifts for him that he wished to personally deliver. The colonists stayed nine days in Virginia, and the Virginians were extremely cordial much to Governor Calvert's surprise. When they left they took along a local fur trader, Captain Fleet, to serve them as a translator with the Indians, and a guide, for he knew the Chesapeake country well.
As their ships traversed Chesapeake Bay, the colonists stood at the ship's rails viewing their new home for the first time. The forests were magnificent, filled with both hard and soft woods. Kieran Devers knew he had finally come home, and was astounded by the certainty and confidence he felt in his heart. How he wished that Fortune had been able to come with them so they might see it for the first time together; but when she did come, he would have a home ready for her. He knew she was going to love it every bit as much as he already did. He hurried to his cabin to write her a letter. Once they were settled, the Cardiff Rose would be returning back to England, and he wanted it to carry his thoughts to Fortune. He had written them down each day so she could share all she had missed. He wondered if his son was born yet.
They made their first landfall on an uninhabited island that they called St. Clement. The Indians that had lined the shores to the east and the west the past few days were gone now. A tall cross made from newly felled tree trunks was planted. Governor Calvert's priest, Father White, said a solemn mass. Afterward Leonard Calvert took possession of Mary's Land in the name of God, King Charles I, and his brother, Lord Cecil Baltimore. It was the twenty-fifth day of March in the year sixteen hundred and thirty-four.
And on that very day at Queen's Malvern Fortune went into labor shortly after midnight. Her child was, by all calculations, late by at least a week. Fortune was thankful her mother was with her for poor Rois, about to have her own child, was of no use at all.
Jasmine took one look at the young maidservant's face as she entered her daughter's bedchamber, and said, "Get out! Send Rohana and Toramalli to me at once."
Rois sent the duchess a grateful look, and scurried out as best she could, given her own girth at the moment.
"Jesu, it hurts!" Fortune said. "I never realized how much it would hurt. When India went into labor, I rode off to fetch you and Papa. Owww! How long will it take, Mama?"
"Get up," Jasmine said. "We'll walk together for awhile, and see if we can speed up your travail, poppet. Alas, I'm sorry to tell you that bairns being born are neither practical or sensible. They come when they come, and that is the truth of it."
" 'Tis not particularly encouraging, Mama," Fortune muttered.
The bedchamber door opened, and Jasmine's twin servants entered the room.
"Young Bramwell would like to know, my lady, where you would like the birthing table set up," Rohana said.
"Bring it in here and set it by the fireplace. And see the cradle is brought as well as water, cloths, and swaddlings," Jasmine said. She was beginning to be assailed by memories. Her son, Charlie, had been born here at Queen's Malvern. His father, Prince Henry, had been with them. At first he had stood behind her, bracing her shoulders, encouraging her with soft words, massaging her distended belly with gentle hands. He seemed to have an instinct as to what to do, although he later admitted he had never before seen a child born. And when it was obvious that Jasmine was about to deliver, he had called Adali to take his place, and gone around the table, pushed her grandmother Skye aside, and birthed Charlie with his own hands. Jasmine felt the tears coming, and turned away quickly. Henry Stuart had been such a sweet man.
"Mama!" Fortune cried out. "I do not think I can walk another step. The pains are getting worse, and they are coming so quickly now."
It was now almost dawn, and Fortune had been laboring to bring forth her child for several hours now.
"Let us help you onto the birthing table," Jasmine said.
Fortune struggled onto the table with Toramalli's aid while Rohana went behind her to brace her shoulders.
"I saw your mother born, and your brothers and sisters," Rohana said. "Now I am to see your child born, my lady Fortune. I am so sorry you will be leaving us. I will not get to see the other children you will bear that fine young husband of yours."
"Ihate him!" Fortune shouted. "How could he do this to me, and then go galivanting off to the New World while I am left to suffer like this? Owww! Will this child not be born? Mama, it's been hours!"
"You sound more like India than Fortune," Jasmine said. "I told you the child will come when it comes, and not before."
Several hours passed, and in midafternoon the baby's head finally appeared. Jasmine encouraged her daughter to push forth the child. Slowly. Slowly. The full head and the shoulders appeared. Then with a mighty push the child slid from its mother's womb. Its eyes flew open to meet those of its grandmother, and then opening its mouth the child howled with outrage.
"It's a little girl," Jasmine said, sounding simply delighted.
"It is?" Fortune was exhausted, and relieved. "Let me see her, Mama." She held out her arms.
Jasmine put the baby into her daughter's arms, and Fortune shrieked.
"She's all bloodied, Mama! Is she injured?"
"Birthing is a bloody business as my grandmother once told Prince Henry," Jasmine replied. "We'll clean her up in a minute. She's fine. A healthy little lass. Just listen to her cry, bless her."
Fortune looked down at the red-faced infant in her arms. Her small face was scrunched tightly with her anger, and her eyes were closed although her mouth was wide open as she roared, apparently affronted. "Shhhh, baby," Fortune ventured her first words to her child. The baby suddenly ceased crying, and opening her eyes looked directly into her mother's eyes. Fortune felt a sudden jolt, and was instantly filled with an overwhelming love for this child. "Her eyes are blue," she said wonderingly.
"All babies' eyes are blue," Jasmine said dryly. "Surely you remember that, being my third eldest, poppet."
"She's bald," Fortune observed.
"The girls usually are," Jasmine replied. "There's a bit of reddish fuzz, however, see." She gently touched the baby's head. "What are you going to call her?"
"Aine," Fortune said. "I'm going to name her after Kieran's little sister. I didn't expect a lass, Mama. I thought I was to have a son, and I was going to name him James, after Papa, but somehow I just know this wee lass of mine should be called Aine. Aine Mary Devers is what I shall baptize her." She kissed the baby's small head. "And I shall baptize her a Catholic, for I know her father would want it."
"You can't bring a priest into your brother's house considering his position," Jasmine said. "She must be baptized in England's church. When you and Aine get to Mary's Land, Fortune, you can do whatever you please. Here in England, however, you will follow the law of the land even as the queen does. Is that understood?"
Fortune nodded.
"Now let me have my granddaughter back for she must be cleaned, and you have yet to give me the afterbirth. We will plant it beneath an oak tree on the estate so that Aine Mary Devers will always be strong." Jasmine took the child, and gave it to Toramalli. Then she encouraged her second daughter to finish the business of birthing. And when mother and newborn were properly cleaned up, Fortune tucked into her bed, Aine in her cradle by the fire with the faithful Rohana seated next to her to watch over her, Jasmine brought her daughter a strengthening drink.