The baby was christened Blanche Mary as Katherine had asked. And she wailed satisfactorily when the holy water doused her head and the devil flew out of her.
Katherine, lying tense and strained on her bed, heard the glad ringing of the church bell and dissolved into happy tears. My tiny Blanche, she thought, Blanchette, named for the lovely Duchess and the Blessed Queen of Heaven. She would be safe now for ever from the horrors that menaced the un-baptized. And surely all the good fairies had hovered near this christening and brought the baby luck, though there was scarcely need for luck greater than sponsorship by the Duke.
How good he is, she thought, and she felt for him die same gratitude and humble admiration she did for the Lady Blanche, and she felt too that she was purged completely from those other darker feelings towards him which now seemed to her incredible.
When the Duke preceded Molly and the baby back into the solar, Katherine greeted him with a soft little cry and, taking his hand, kissed it in a childlike gesture of homage.
The Duke, receiving it as such, bent over and kissed her quickly on the forehead. "There, Katherine, your babe is now a Christian and you and I have become spiritual brother and sister. So I must leave you. I can scarce reach Bolingbroke tonight as it is."
She nodded. "I know, my lord. I'm sorry. And when you see Hugh - -"
"Ay," he broke in with sudden curtness, "I'll tell him all and send him back. In the meantime, here is Nirac."
The little Gascon had been hovering in the doorway and skipped in at his master's call crying "Oc! oc! seigneur -" followed by a further string of liquid syllables which Katherine could not understand. The man was like a blackbird with his bright round eyes, his cocky strut and a cap of hair like glossy blue - black feathers. He wore the Duke's blue and grey household livery, and the tunic clung like a glove to his spare wiry body.
John laughed and said to Katherine, "Nirac speaks the langue d'oc, but much else as well, some Spanish, the barbarous Basque, French of course."
"And English, seigneur, also - I am a man of many tongues and many talents."
"Daily you prove that Gascon bragging shames even the devil," said John a trifle sternly, "but I'm entrusting you here. You will guard this lady -"
"With my life, seigneur, with my honour, with my soul, I swear by the Virgin of the Pyrenees, by Sant' Iago de Compostela, by the English Saint Thomas, by -"
"Yes, well, that's enough, you little jackanapes. I trust you'll never be forsworn. I've told the serfs that I leave you here in my place until their rightful lord comes home. You'll know how to make them obey?"
The bright beady eyes sobered and gazed intently up at the Duke's face. "Oui, mon duc." He nodded once. "Your wish shall be done in every sing - long as Nirac de Bayonne has breat' in body - -" His narrow brown hand fingered the hilt of his dagger.
"No, said the Duke, glancing at the dagger, "you must be chary of violence. The English have laws on the manor, 'tis not like your wild mountain country. You must be guided by the Lady Katherine."
The Gascon's hand dropped, he looked at the pale girl on the bed, then back into the Duke's face as though reading something there. He ran to the bedside and knelt. "Votre serviteur,belle dame," he said. "I shall guard you for the Duke."
Neither of them gave any deeper meaning to these words or guessed that Nirac had misconstrued the situation. He came of a primitive southern race where emotions were as simple as they were violent. There was love and there was hate, and no nuances between. He loved the Duke; therefore he would love this girl whom he took to be the Duke's leman, else why should his master waste all this time attending to such trivial matters as baptisms and peasants? Perhaps the baby was the Duke's - that would explain matters, and explain too why the young mother never spoke of her husband in the days that followed, but spent all her time nursing and petting her baby.
She listened though, when Nirac spoke of the Duke, while a smile, naif - wistful and half - awed, would light her grey eyes. Nirac, eager to please her, sang often of the Duke's bravery at the battle of Najera. Sir John Chandos' herald had made up a song after the battle, and it began:
En autre part le noble duc
De Lancastre, plein de vertus
Si noblement se combattait
Que chaqu'un s'en emerveillait. . . .
She listened and she took pleasure in Nirac's company. They often spoke French together, he was gay, and of some help to her on the manor by his very presence, though the serfs resented him bitterly. Still, for the next few weeks they gave no further cause for complaint, being thoroughly cowed by the ducal visit. But there were many whispered conferences in the alehouse and on the whole the distrust of Katherine increased, now that she was forever shadowed by this other foreigner whom the terrifying Duke had foisted on them. Singing they were, the lady and that strutting little rooster at all hours in the Hall, in a gibberish no one understood. The manor folk longed for their rightful English lord to return.
Parson's Molly always defended her mistress when she heard the others reviling her. She pointed out how the lady had shown mercy in many ways and particularly in the matter of the Lady Nichola. She had ordered that the crazed woman be unchained and simply confined to her tower - room behind a locked door, and Lady Katherine herself brought up milk and bread and spoke gently to the woman who had tried to steal her baby. But the Lady Nichola never answered, she crouched now day and night in a corner of her room while floating little pieces of straw in a pan of water, nor even cared about her cat. At Lady Katherine's orders, they carried Nichola down to the church during Mass and tied her to the rood screen that the evil spirits might be exorcised, and Lady Katherine saw to it that nobody poked or pinched the mad woman at these times, for the little mistress was clement.
And no woman, Molly said, could be a better mother than the Lady Katherine, that was plain for all to see.
"And what of it?" sniffed Milburga. "The ewes and the sows do as much, and she thrives on it herself - the quean."
Even to the most reluctant eyes. Katherine's beauty could not be ignored. Her curly dark auburn hair shone with a new lustre, as did her skin, where the healthy rose again stained the cheek-bones. All girlish angularity had left her small-boned body. It had regained its supple slenderness, but now her arms were rounded and her breasts, once somewhat undeveloped, had swollen to globes that strained the bodice of her gowns.
When she walked to the church or down the village street, the menfolk eyed her sideways, and there were lip smackings and uneasy jests when she had passed, yet despite this new voluptuousness there was something pure and unawakened in her yet, and even Milburga could find no excuse for accusing Katherine of light conduct.
The hours her mistress spent with the Gascon were always in the Hall or courtyard in full view of everyone, and at night not only was the solar door bolted but Katherine had taken little Betsy, the dairymaid, to sleep with her and help tend the baby.
"This honour should by rights have gone to Milburga, and the slight augmented her ill-will. But it seemed that the lady noticed little of the undercurrents on her manor, her whole thought centred in the baby and even when she talked or sang with the Gascon she held her child in her arms and joyfully suckled it whenever it whimpered.
The twenty-ninth of June would be the feast day of St. Peter and St. Paul, and the important one of the year for Kettlethorpe folk since it celebrated the dedication of their parish church. On this day, after morning Mass, the villagers had always held high carnival with sports and copious drinking, which reached its climax with the lighting of bonfires on Ket's hill and at the four corners of the parish. This year, they were uneasy about their celebration, having sharply in mind the unfortunate consequences of their May Eve rites and being uncertain of Lady Katherine's attitude or that of Nirac, the hateful little watch-dog the Duke had set over them.