As Meat Loves Salt (11 page)

'They get everywhere,' said Peter, giving me a lewd wink from across the table.

O could I but run away with her! I had now the right to take her openly, to my bed, yet I must go instead through all the merriments of the day, which rightly seen were nothing more than tortures. That was fine sport, I guessed, baiting the eager bridegroom with dances and toasts until he was near crazy. I had never before tasted the cruelty of

it. The winks, the looks, the jests all assuming me to be on fire — which I was — the constant fanning of my heat by dangling before me the delights I should come to soon, soon, soon, but
not yet
—

Caro frowned. 'Look here, my love.' She held out a finger: a pretty scarlet globe of liquid swelled from the pad, ran over and trickled down her palm. Exasperated, she put the finger to her mouth.

'What's amiss?'

"The rose chaplet,' she mumbled. "The gardener left some thorns in.'

'Hold your hand up,' suggested My Lady.

Caro did so, but the stream of red continued. 'Fingers are nasty for bleeding,' she lamented, and put it back in her mouth before it could stain the gown.

'We will tie it up,' I said. 'Are there fresh bandages in the still-room?'

Caro stopped sucking just long enough to say, 'Aye.'

'Come on then.'I rose. There was a general catcalling and cries of, 'Hot!'and'Caro, beware!'

'You will excuse us a few minutes, Madam,' I said.

The Mistress nodded. Caro followed me out of the maze with her hand poised above her head as if to give a signal.

The stillroom smelt sweet. I put my mouth in hers and we kissed very slow and deep, my love holding the injured hand away from our finery. Profiting by her lack of defences, I held her close to me and crushed the gown.

Caro drew back her head. 'Wait. Here's the stuff,' and she pulled away from my embrace to open a drawer full of torn linen. I recognised an old shirt of Sir Bastard's. Taking one of the finer strips, I tore it in two and bound up the finger, pausing frequently to kiss.

'The blood's almost stopped,' she remarked in a brisk voice which did not fool me, for I had felt her breathe hard against my mouth.

'Stopped? Mine is rising,'I murmured. 'Let us go upstairs and look at the chamber. Say yes, Caro,' and I bit her ear.

She closed her eyes. 'We are not to see it yet.'

'None will know. We can seek out the traps,' I coaxed, knowing

she had a horror of spiders in the bed and was mightily afraid the menservants would put some in.

Caro frowned. 'Well - if we do not stay long—'

The scent of dust and emptiness was gone, the room now fragrant with roses and pot-pourri. Anne had looped ropes of flowers over the bed and walls, and doubtless managed it better than Patience could ever have done. The floor was strewn thick with rosemary. There was a nonsuch chest for our clothes - that had not been there before - and on it a great bunch of lavender. I dearly loved the perfume of this herb and went up to the chest to smell it.

'Izzy,'said Caro. 'He knows you like lavender.'

She was gazing at the tester bed. New hangings of saye had been fitted, and tied back to show the linen all clean and fair over three good mattresses. The hangings were flesh colour and yellow, signifying desire and joy.

'Did you choose the colours?' I asked.

Caro smiled and shook her head. 'I was told it would be blue.' I stroked the bolsters with my hand and looked beneath them. On top of the cover lay an embroidered nightgown for Caro and a plainer, but still beautifully worked, one for me. Mine was very large and I knew my wife had made it specially, as a wedding gift.

'No spiders or hedgehogs,' I said, passing my hand between the sheets. I took hold of her again, and we pressed close. Her mouth was sweet as crushed strawberries.

'Enough.' Caro ducked out of my arms. I thought of grappling her to me directly, and the guests be damned. She went on, 'For every minute we stay, there will be a jest at us. It might be they are in the stillroom already.'

Reluctantly, I straightened my garments.

'Giving of gifts comes next.' Caro examined the bandaged finger. 'See, the blood is— O, what's that?'

She was staring out of the window. I went to it and saw a dust-cloud moving towards Beaurepair, along the hill road which led to the village and further on, to Champains.

'Jacob, what is it?' Her voice trembled. 'You look—'

I punched the windowsill, making her jump. 'It is Patience. And Biggin. And Tom Cornish.'

'Patience!' Caro's smile flared an instant and died. 'With Cornish? That man who — spies?'

I nodded, trying to make out the faces of their companions.

Caro tugged at my sleeve. 'What should she do with him?'

'Quiet.' I watched the distant woman's skirts rise and fall with the horse. Zeb had been right, then, and it struck me that they were hoping to catch all of us at a swoop. This was why they had lain so quiet: Patience had told them of my betrothal day, and they had waited, knowing that on this day, of all others, we would not be away from home.

I turned to Caro. 'Listen, wife. There is not time to explain. These people mean us harm. We must leave.'

'What - what harm?' she stuttered. 'How can we leave - the gifts-'

'Run away.'

Caro gaped, then laughed. 'You'll not make a fool of me. You can't see them from here.'

I took her by the shoulders and spoke into her face. 'It may be that you cannot, but I can. Go get all the money and jewels there are, put them under your gown.'

'I have none but—'

'Hers, get hers,' I cried. 'These men are come for me. Then go the long way round to the stable, and wait.'

'But they are not— how are they come for you?'

'Come to hang me. Shape yourself! Stand here losing time, and you'll see me kicking my heels.'

'That can't be. A man can't just come—'

'And then it will be you. Don't you see? She has told them of our reading!'

Caro stared at me stupidly. 'To be hanged? For that? Nay, they—'

'Must I spell it out? They'll put the boy's death on us now.'

She flinched away in terror.

'Get her jewels,' I repeated, feeling myself in a nightmare wherein I was running for my life and everything conspired to hold me back.

'But she has been—'

'Obey your husband,' I shouted. Caro whirled about and ran

through the door. I heard her high-heeled shoes thud along the corridor in the direction of the Mistress's chamber.

One of the cupids was taking off his wings by the fountain. I hurried to the lad, bade him find the groomsmen, that was Mister Isaiah Cullen and Mister Zebedee, and say they should come at once, on a matter of great importance. 'And don't shout it out,' I urged, showing him a penny. 'Whisper in their ears, and fetch them back here.'

He ran off and I paced the grass, moaning with impatience. I had not told Caro the entire truth. The three persons I had named were indeed making towards us, but so were a larger group of men from Champains. It seemed my eyes were very much better than hers, for I had also seen muskets, and, hanging from one saddle, a chain.

My brothers arrived together, hot and breathless.

'Is Caro hurt?' Izzy panted as I handed the boy his penny. 'Or is this some jest?'

I waited until the lad was out of earshot before saying, "There is an armed party coming along the Champains road: Patience, Walshe and Cornish. With reinforcements.'

Never had I seen Zeb look so terrified. His warm colour drained at once. 'Coming for me?' he faltered.

'Why you?' Izzy's voice was sharp.

'Patience - the boy - but that's none of my doing! You will bear witness, I gave of my tobacco—'

'Friends do fall out,' I said. 'Can you prove you were not with him when he went under?'

Zeb grew paler still. 'I was asleep in the chamber. But we can none of us stand witness for our brothers! Who will believe us?'

'Patience? You are sure?' Izzy urged me.

'Yes! Yes! And we have no proof against her accusations.'

'Nor has she any,' he said.

'She has her belly to prove some knowledge of us,' I retorted. ‘And to come thus, they must believe the rest. Let's be gone.'

Izzy said, 'We all of us went to bed that night—'

'They
have joined together, and
we
sink or swim together,' I cried.

'Caro is gone to the stable with money and jewels. Will you seize the time?'

They stared at me, Izzy's eyes screwed up in bewilderment, Zeb's slowly clearing into decision.

'You mean run away?' Izzy asked at last. 'Now, as we are?' He looked from Zeb to me as if trying which of us would laugh first and spoil the jest.

Zeb caught hold of him. 'I see it, Izz. Come with us, for the love of God,' and he pulled Izzy along in the direction of the stable.

'Indeed I will not!' my elder brother cried, flinging about him. He knocked Zeb's hand away. 'I've done no wrong.'

‘
^’
Tisn't what you've done, but what folk think,' Zeb pleaded.

'And if we cut away like a gang of thieves? What will they think then?'

'Do what you will, I am going now,' I said.

Izzy said, 'You have doubtless your reasons.' His eyes were suddenly grown cold. 'But take Caro? To what purpose?'

'She is my wife.'

'Consider the danger you put her to.'

'She is my wife,' I repeated, feeling an obscure shame in the words as I turned and strode towards the stable. Zeb ran after me, then turned back and embraced Izzy. When he at last caught me up his cheeks were wet.

'We lose time,' I snapped.

Caro waited, bejewelled and trembling, at the stable door. I coughed at the scent of piss and straw, setting myself to obey Zeb's orders for he was the only one who knew what he did.

'Courage, child,' he called to Caro as he ran about clutching spurs and whips. He was quick in saddling up.

'Get up behind me,' I called to Caro as I was about to mount.

'Behind me, fool,' Zeb hissed. 'You're too big and she needs to be with one who can ride. Give her a hand.'

'The saddle's wrong for a woman,' Caro wailed. Shaking, clawing at Zeb's coat, she put one leg across the horse, her gown bunching out fantastically on either side. The animal started forward.

'Don't squeeze him,'Zeb rapped out. 'Put your arms round me.'

'I can't do this.' She was in tears.

'O, but you will,' he replied.

'Jacob,' she quavered, 'let us stay. The Mistress loves me, she will not permit—'

'Can she turn back musket balls? There are armed men.' I urged my horse forward through the door and we were out in the stable yard. Despite having Caro behind him, Zeb soon passed me. I saw his hair whip back into her face. The cobbles shone in the sun; there was a flash, and one of the sapphire earrings dropped into the straw and muck of the yard.

FIVE

Over the Edge

I
had never
learnt to sit a horse. Now I banged up and down, hoping only to stay in the saddle. My brother, light and easy in his seat, had his own trials for I could see how Caro dragged on him. Her face was pressed up against his coat, eyes closed, lips forced back over her teeth, and she looked to be crying. A foul smell wafted to me and I saw that she had vomited onto her gown. My own gorge rose at it, and I turned my head aside.

We were headed for the woodland which lay behind Beaurepair, and which was still unenclosed. To get there we had to go through the gate. I had not seen the keeper at the betrothal, but we might yet be in luck, for he was in love with one of the dairymaids and none too fond of his work. We pounded along the track towards this gate, leaving by the back of the house as our pursuers approached by the front.

'God be praised!' Zeb screamed. I looked: it was one of the keeper's days for courting, and the gate stood open. We were through it without his having so much as seen us, and clattering along the open road. On the horizon lay the wood, and I prayed we might reach it without being seen.

Zeb kept up the pace. My shirt was soaked, from the labour of staying in the saddle and the terror of being thrown. An ugly twist of sickness came upon me without warning, and my mouth brimmed with bitter juice; I spat, breathing hard to keep the sickness down. There was something metallic on my tongue: I had chewed my lip, and drawn blood.

I am watching out for you,
came the Voice, so sudden that it frighted me.

I looked back as we plunged into the wood. There was nothing on the road. A green scent of moss and darkness closed about us and the air at once grew cool. Zeb urged his horse on between the trees until he turned into a narrow track on the right and straightway went crashing down a steep slope, then up a bank on the opposite side. I was hot and cold from feeling the ground drop under me, and I could hear Caro's sobs. They slackened as the terrain levelled out, and the track widened into a clearing. We continued more slowly. I shifted, trying to case the pain in my thighs, and spurred my mount until it drew level with Zeb's. 'Are you going right through?'

He shook his head. Caro stared piteously at me. She was still wearing the rose chaplet and it vied for pallor with her brow and cheeks. There were blood smears behind her left ear. I reached across and lifted the cursed thing, tossing it into a bush.

'Here's as good as anywhere,' Zeb said, wheeling about. He slipped from the saddle and put up his arm for Caro. Something in me hoped he would not be strong enough to support her, but she got down leaning heavily on his shoulder. I too dismounted, hearing my legs crack as I put foot to ground. We tied our beasts to a thorn bush.

Caro sat on the ground shuddering, her face cupped in her hands. At last she lowered her fingers, sliding them along her arms for warmth, and I saw the bandage was come off. Staring at the grass she said,'We have done a terrible thing.'

'That may well be.' Zeb looked steadily at me.

I bent to Caro and laid my hands on her shoulders. She was cold as marble. Taking off my coat, I put it round her, but she continued to shake. I remarked a vomit stain on the lace of her gown.

Zeb stood a while watching us. 'If we knew where they were,' he said. 'If I could see them, now,' and he began pushing his way through the scrub. The branches closed over him.

'My thighs are skinned,' I said.

Caro made no reply.

Feeling the lack of my coat, I walked to and fro. My wife laid her head on her knees and snuffled into her blue silk.

'I'll starve with cold,' she mumbled. 'All this is madness.' She held up the gold chains around her neck. 'We can return these, Jacob. Say we went in pursuit of thieves.'

'You know that won't wear.'

'How will we sell them?' Caro screamed. Some small creature skittered through the bushes at her back, and she collapsed again into silence.

Zeb's voice suddenly rang out, anguished. 'Jacob! Jacob!'

Caro leapt upright. I plunged through the branches where Zeb was gone before, seeing nothing but scrub and trees, my wife stumbling after me.

'There are footpads in these woods,' Caro hissed.

I shook my head. 'He's seen something.'

We stood straining our ears.

'Zeb?' I called.

And then I saw him, not far off. My hands flew to my mouth as I took it all in. Zeb had climbed a tall tree as a lookout. Now he dangled from a branch by his arms, legs kicking free. Below him, on the grass, lay a freshly broken bough. A strip of torn bark drooped like a hangnail from the trunk.

Caro's eyes had followed mine. 'Elm,' she moaned. 'Hateth and waiteth.'

I moved forwards, wondering if I could catch him. He had about fifteen feet to fall. A man dropping from that height might well break the bones of one beneath.

'He's going!' Caro screamed. I saw Zeb's hands peel from the branch. There was not time to get beneath the elm. His legs strained upwards in a wild attempt to scissor them round the trunk, but it was much too thick for him. He fell fists clenched, with a howl which exploded in terror as he struck the ground.

There was silence, broken by Caro's whining, 'O Lord, Lord, O Lord, O.'We clambered over logs and leaves. He was stretched on his back, face white and eyes closed. She wet her finger and held it to his nose and mouth. 'I can't feel anything! Jacob, there's no breath, he's not — he's — Jacob—'

'Calm yourself.' I felt under Zeb's coat and shirt, pressing my palm

flat to the skin. Strangled sobs came from Caro. My brother could not be dead. He was warm. Only that morning, looking on his nakedness, I had remarked how strong he was grown.

'He lives, be at rest,' I said, feeling Zeb's heart leap under my hand.

'Let me.' She pushed my fingers aside, pressed her own to him and at once sighed. I saw her shoulders loosen and her head drop forward as if praying. Then she stiffened again.

'He's not right here.'

Here
was his waist. I unfastened his coat properly, from top to bottom, and pulled up his shirt. Zeb groaned without coming back to us. I saw now that his flesh was darkened and puffed up round the lowest rib, and he was not lying straight.

"There's something broken,' Caro wailed. 'O, look there!'

I did look and saw that he had landed across a branch lying in the grass. I covered him up again, thinking that we were in the very worst plight for tending him — no surgeon, not even a blanket. He groaned again and opened his eyes.

'Zebedee!'Caro kneaded his hand. 'Do you know us?'

He muttered, 'Too well.' But even this feeble joke lost all relish when he tried to sit up and fell back crying.

'Move your foot,' Caro implored him.

His right foot flexed.

'Your back's not broken,' she whispered, but he had swooned from the pain.

'We have to go on,'I told her. 'Here we are like to be surprised.'

'He can't.'

'Do you want him hanged?' I urged.

Caro wrung her hands. 'Will you carry him?'

'We'll put him on horseback.'

We tortured him into the saddle. I walked on one side of him and Caro, trembling, rode on the other horse, at every minute afraid that her animal might bolt. Strung out like this we had great trouble in passing along the narrower paths, and our progress was slow indeed. I was close to tears, having not the slightest idea where we were headed

or how we would do now that Zeb was hurt. We walked seemingly for hours, and many were the groans Caro and I heard before we at last stopped near a stream: Zeb had twice been sick, and had once fainted onto my shoulders. I stood ready to catch him as he dismounted. He gasped -
'Ah!'
- but was able to walk almost to the water, sinking down just before he reached it. Caro knelt by his side, stroking his cheek and pushing his hair out of his eyes.

'Don't put me back on the horse,' Zeb begged.

'No, no,' she murmured.

I said, 'Tomorrow we will get you a surgeon.'

'I'm thirsty.'

Caro cupped her hands in the stream and I supported him so that he could drink. Most of the water dropped onto his chest and he shivered. The wood was beginning to grow dark.

I took Caro by the sleeve and led her away. 'Sit down,' I urged in a whisper. 'What think you? Is there more than a rib broken?'

'What do I know!' Her voice came cold and dispirited. 'Why should there be?'

'He faints. I didn't faint when mine was broken,' I reminded her.

'O,
you
...!' She got up and went back to Zeb, soothing him with soft pitying noises as one might a child.

He lay staring at the branches above. I heard him say, 'Sister, I'll die.'

'Pain talking,' I said, going over to him. 'You'll not die. Now act the man.'

'I'm starting a fever.'Zeb reached for Caro's hand and pressed it to his forehead.

'He's very hot.'Caro looked at me helplessly.

'Broken bones do get hot.'

'Feel, here,' Zeb pleaded with Caro. He indicated his chest.

'Let me.' I fingered his shirt front. It was soaked with sweat.

'I can cool him,' said Caro, loosening the collar. 'Put my handkerchief in the stream.'

'No,' I said, laying my hand on hers as she began easing the shirt up over his chest. 'Best he sweat it out.'

'I'm burning,' moaned Zeb.

'He shouldn't be half naked like that. Cover him up.'I straightened Zeb's shirt and pulled his coat close over his breast. The wind, growing stronger, stirred the tops of the trees so that they hissed like a poker in ale. 'Come away and rest,' I told Caro.

We lay down together a few yards from Zeb, barely able to see one another. I took my coat from her and arranged it over both of us. It was not much of a blanket, for cold air crept in on every side. Faintly from under the stench of horse and vomit came the scent of her pomaded hair.