"And you, my lord, are well and happy?" I said.
He looked at me oddly, a strange smile on his lips.
"I thank you for your kind enquiries," he said. But he did not answer my question.
There were so many other questions I wanted to ask him. It is rather unsettling, suddenly to be confronted with a father and a brother whom one did not know one possessed not very long before.
But I could not say I was displeased by my new life. Much as I had hated leaving Maggie, I could not help being pleased that I was at the Dower House.
The Spy
It was only rarely that I thought about the strangeness of our situation. I suppose it was accepted by the people around us more easily than it would have been in another age.
The King had several illegitimate children: they enjoyed high honors and included the Duke of Monmouth himself. In our community Lord Rosslyn was as the King, and if he pleased to house his children in his Dower House, that he might in a mild manner supervise their upbringing without any inconvenience to himself, it was not for his inferiors to question the matter. He could hardly have brought the children into his immediate circle. But what of Lady Rosslyn? How did she feel about having other women's children brought to live as her immediate neighbors? It could seem like an insult and a reproach.
However, it seemed that the situation was accepted by most people, including ourselves.
Luke, though, often cast envious glances at the big house. I think he had some secret dream that one day Lord Rosslyn would relent, depart from tradition and accept his son—though an illegitimate one—as his heir, since he had no other to take that place and become master of Rosslyn Manor.
As for me, I was enjoying life at the Dower House. I had Christobel with me and we saw a great deal of her brother, whom I was liking more and more. Then I had my own half-brother and he seemed to like me as I did him. Roger Camden was also interesting to be with. We were a happy little group and I had never before known so many young people, for, although they were all older than I, they were young in comparison with Maggie and Martha and Jane who had been my main companions after my mother had died.
All through those winter months I learned about the place I lived in, the people surrounding me. I saw my new father occasionally. I found it all interesting enough to prevent my brooding on the loss of my old life.
Then spring came, and with it tragedy.
It started with the arrival of strangers in the neighborhood.
In the village of Nether Green, which was nearest to the Dower House, two men came to stay. At first they were thought to be two travelers who would stay for a few days and then move on. Instead, they prolonged their stay and asked the innkeeper a great many questions, all concerning the priest Father Greville, who for some time had been living in the neighborhood. They wanted to know which of the local inhabitants had sheltered Father Greville and who were his friends. It was all very strange, and the innkeeper and his wife could not understand why these two men should be so interested in an old priest.
Christobel and I had made a habit of riding out each day and almost always called at Featherston Manor. We usually found Kirkwell working somewhere and we would stop and have a chat with him. I would often stop with him while Christobel went to see her father.
I had occasionally seen Isaac Napp about the place. Often he worked with Kirkwell, sometimes with another of the men. He had a faintly sanctimonious air and I imagined he was critical of those about him. I had heard him admonishing Jem Lee, one of the cottagers on the Rosslyn estate, on account of his irreligious ways. Kirkwell said he was a good worker, but he did not like that air of sanctity which he assumed.
On this particular morning I saw Isaac Napp walking some little distance from the house, and he was in the company of two men.
I said to Christobeclass="underline" "Look. Is that not Isaac Napp?"
"Oh yes, it is," said Christobel.
"I do not know who those others are. Has Kirkwell been employing any more men?"
"No," replied Christobel. "Oh, I see. They are those men who are staying at the inn."
"I've heard of them," I said, and I watched them for a moment. They were deep in conversation.
"Perhaps Isaac is converting them," I added with a laugh.
"That is not unlikely," replied Christobel.
And we rode on towards Featherston Manor.
As we came into one of the fields, Christobel's horse broke into a gallop. I spurred up Lively Lady, expecting her to follow in her less than lively way. Then suddenly it happened. I was thrown forward. I felt the ground rising to meet me and I was down.
I lay there for a second, bewildered. Lively Lady meanwhile stood patiently beside me.
Christobel was bending over me. "Kate, what happened? Are you hurt?"
"She ... she threw me ..."
"I'd better get help. We're near the house, thank Heaven. Kate, don't move. I'll be back right away. We must get help."
In a very short time she was back, and Kirkwell was with her.
He was kneeling beside me. There was deep concern on his face.
"Kate ... are you in pain?"
"My foot hurts," I said.
"Let's see if you can stand."
He helped me to my feet. I tried to stand and cried out when my left foot touched the ground.
"It seems as if you have twisted your ankle," he said, as I tottered towards him, and he caught me, holding me against him.
"I'm going to get you to the house," he said. "We'll find out what is wrong. What happened to Lively Lady?"
"She stumbled over this root, I think," said Christobel.
It transpired that I was not badly hurt, though my ankle was sprained, which would necessitate my resting it for a while.
Christobel said that it would be best for me to remain at Featherston Manor for a few days and she would stay there with me.
This was how I came to be there right at the heart of the tragedy when it happened.
I had spent a happy day at Featherston. Kirkwell had carried me to the bedroom they had prepared for me on my first night there. I had had a very pleasant day lying on the sofa in the solarium, which still showed signs of its old grandeur. In spite of its shabbiness there was a very pleasant atmosphere about Featherston Manor. Its lack of affluence seemed of little importance. Carrie made much of me and she and her niece May saw that I was comfortable: and my mishap, apart from the pain in my ankle, seemed to have been the means of giving everyone an exciting adventure.
There was no ceremony at Featherston Manor and Carrie and May sat with us while we discussed what had happened to make Lively Lady lose her footing.
Kirkwell said, "The poor creature is getting old. She may not see as well as she once did. Perhaps you should find a new mount, Kate. What do you think, Chris?"
"I think so. I have wondered for some time whether you should do that."
And so we talked.
It was later that day. I was still on my sofa. Christobel and I were reading aloud, taking it in turns to read a page before passing it on to the other. It was a pastime we often enjoyed.
Kirkwell came bursting into the room. I could see he was distraught.
"Father Greville has been arrested!" he said.
"Arrested!" cried Christobel. "For what reason?"
"For plotting against the King and the state."
We stared at him in amazement.
"I like it not," he said, sitting down and staring ahead of him and frowning.
"I don't understand," cried Christobel. "Father Greville is a feeble old man. How could he plot against the King?"
"He is a Catholic."