Love Wild and Fair (11 page)

Patrick Leslie swallowed hard. “Are ye telling me, Benjamin, that when Lady Catriona has instructed ye regarding her investments, ye hae followed her advice regarding yer own?”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Did ye know that the Master of Greyhaven turned over Lady Catriona’s investments to me last year when the wedding date was set?”

“I did not know, my lord. We were not notified here in Edinburgh. Lady Hay has been continuing to handle her own funds, especially since she has been here in town.”

“And she will continue to do so, Benjamin. Your brother, Abner, is a lawyer, is he not?” “Yes, my lord.”

“If he is here, I want to immediately draw up a paper legally returning Lady Hay’s possessions to her. And Benjamin, she is
never
to know that I questioned you about her handling of the funds. I will be frank wi ye my friend. Lady Hay will shortly bear my child, and she refuses to wed wi me as was arranged years ago, unless I return her property. Naturally I’d nae hae the next Glenkirk born a bastard, but she is a stubborn lass, and neither my uncle the abbot nor I can move her.”

“I’ll send for my brother and his clerk immediately, my lord. You may trust my discretion. Women, at best, are unpredictable. Women about to give birth, however, are downright dangerous. It is best to just give in gracefully.”

While they waited for the lawyer, young Robbie was shown into the room. “This boy,” said the servant, “claims he must see the earl on a matter of life and death.”

“Well, lad,” said the earl kindly.

“I’m Robbie Kerr, Sally’s brother. Her ladyship is having the bairn now.”

“Jesu!” swore Patrick. “Is it born yet?”

“Nay, sir,” said the boy calmly. “She’s just begun her labor.”

“Yer remarkably well informed for a lad of nine? Ten?” The earl was amused.

“Ten, sir. And I should be well informed. There’s six after me.”

“Your mother’s to be commended, young Robbie,” said Benjamin Kira.

“Nay, sir. Me mum died birthin’ me. ‘Tis my stepmother who had the six after me.”

The earl paled and, noting it, Benjamin Kira said to him, “I’ll send my wife back with the boy. She’s a mother three times. She’ll find out how far along your lady is. Don’t worry, my lord. These first births are always long. You have plenty of time.”

As Abner Kira and his clerk entered the room, Benjamin and the boy went to find Benjamin’s wife. Husband and wife conferred in a language unfamiliar to Robbie. It sounded a bit like the Gaelic he’d heard spoken occasionally. Mistress Kira turned her lovely brown eyes on Robbie. “Well, laddie. Come along, and lead me to his lordship’s house,” she said.

Sally let them in, for Robbie took Mistress Kira to the front door. “I am Master Benjamin Kira’s wife. His lordship sent me to see how his lady does.”

Sally curtsied. “If you’ll pray be seated, ma’am, I’ll go fetch my aunt. She is wi her ladyship now.”

When Mrs. Kerr came down the stairs she fussed, “Och, Sally has left you in the hallway. Come into the back parlor, and have a glass of cordial.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Kerr,” smiled Anna Kira, “but I must hurry back. His lordship, like most first-time fathers, is frantic. How does his lady?”

“He need not worry. Everything is proceeding normally. She’ll nae deliver for hours yet.”

“I think he’ll be home long before,” said Mistress Kira gently.

The two women looked at each other, their faces registering their understanding of the ways of men. They laughed. Returning quickly to her own home, Anna Kira reassured the earl that Cat was fine.

By this time, Abner Kira had composed the document which made Catriona Mairi Hay Leslie, Countess of Glenkirk, sole owner in her own right of A-Cuil, and of the investments left to her by Janet Leslie. The document, written in duplicate, was signed by Patrick Leslie, Earl of Glenkirk, and witnessed by both Benjamin and Abner Kira. One copy was to be kept permanently in the Kira vaults. The earl took the other with him.

He hurried through the snowy twilight, the document clutched beneath his cloak. She would wed him now. She had to!

“Not yet,” smiled Sally as she let him in and took his cloak.

“My uncle?”

“In the library, sir.”

He moved swiftly down the hall and into the library. “Come, Uncle Charles, get what ever ye need to marry us. I’ve done what Cat asked, and I’m going up to her now.” He was out the door before the abbot could speak. He ran up the stairs, two at a time, and burst into Cat’s bedroom.

A long table, slanted to one end, stood before the fireplace. It was covered in muslin sheets. Cat sat upon it, propped up with pillows. The earl looked around, astounded.

“Birthing is a bloody business, my lord. I dinna believe in ruining a perfectly good mattress and feather bed,” said Mrs. Kerr.

Patrick walked over to Cat and stood before her. Without a word, he banded her the rolled parchment. She broke the seal, unrolled it, and read it through. Her eyes closed for a moment as pain swept through her. Then, raising tear-filled eyes to him, she said softly, “Thank ye, Patrick.”

“Catriona Hay, we’ve been pledged for over twelve years. Our child is being born at this very minute. Say ye’ll wed me now.” He stopped, and grinned. “Besides, this document is made out to Catriona Mairi Hay Leslie, the Countess of Glenkirk. Ye
must
wed me to get yer property back!”

“Patrick,” she asked. “Ye hae returned my property, ‘tis true. But has yer attitude changed? How do ye see me?”

It was a tricky question, and he knew that their fates and that of their child depended on his careful answer. “I see ye,” he said slowly, “first, as Cat Hay—a competent and lovely woman. I hope to see ye also as my wife, as my mistress, as my friend, and as the mother of our children. Ye are nae one woman, sweetheart, yer many! Some of whom I’ve yet to meet.”

“Patrick.” She smiled at him through her pain. “I do believe ye are beginning to understand me. It canna hae been easy for ye. Thank ye.”

She was going to accept. He was sure of it, and felt relief sweeping over him.

“Yes, my lord … my love … my dear friend, and dearer enemy!” She squeezed his hand. “I will honor the contract between us, and wed wi ye.”

On cue, the abbot bustled in, carrying his portable altar. “Well, niece! No more foolishness! If ye’ll nae speak yer vows yerself, I’ll be forced to speak them for ye. I should hae thought of that months ago. I dinna suppose ye can stand at this point?”

“There is no need to threaten me, uncle. I will marry Patrick, but not for another five minutes. If ye’ll both leave, I wish to dress for my wedding.” She winced, and said to Sally, “The ruby-red velvet dressing gown. Ohhhh, Jesu!” The men left quickly.

Sally was worried. “The pains are much closer now, my lady. I dinna think ye can stand.”

“Just for a few minutes. I will not be married lying down on a birthing table!” Another spasm shot through her.

Sally helped Cat out of her chamber robe and into the heavy velvet dressing gown, as Mrs. Kerr slipped out into the hall. “Say the words quickly, my lord abbot Her labor has increased suddenly. The next Glenkirk will be born in a very short time.”

Charles nodded. Sally stuck her head out the door and called, “Mistress wants the ceremony in the parlor by the fireplace.”

While Mrs. Kerr and the abbot blustered disapproval, Patrick strode back into the bedroom. Cat stood shakily in her ruby-red velvet dressing gown. Her long, heavy hair was plaited and pinned up, held fast with gold and pearl pins. He did not miss the pain in her eyes. His arms were around her. Neither said a word. Picking Cat up, he walked into the hall and carefully down the stairs to the main parlor. The abbot Mrs. Kerr, and Sally followed.

Charles Leslie opened his prayer book and began. Patrick and Cat stood before him, Cat holding Glenkirk’s hand very tightly. He knew each time she experienced a contraction, for her grip tightened. He marveled at her strength.

The abbot having noted his niece’s pallor, went quickly through the ceremony. “The ring,” he hissed at Patrick. Patrick handed him the ruby. Charles Leslie blessed it, returned it to the earl and watched him slip it on Cat’s finger. Her eyes widened appreciatively at the heart-shaped stone, and she smiled up at him. He smiled reassuringly at her. After a few more words, Charles Leslie pronounced his niece and nephew husband and wife.

Patrick didn’t wait for congratulations. He lifted Cat and carried her quickly back upstairs to the bedroom. Sally ran ahead, opening the door, as Mrs. Kerr followed close behind. The two women helped Cat out of the heavy gown and onto the birthing table. When he was sure she was as comfortably settled as she could be, Patrick drew up a chair and sat by her side.

“My lord, this is no place for a man,” remonstrated Mrs. Kerr.

“Unless my wife objects I will remain to see my son born.” He looked at Cat.

She held out her hand to him. “Stay, my lord,” she smiled at him. “Ye’ve already missed so much.”

The pains were coming faster and harder. Her entire body was bathed in perspiration. She gritted her teeth and breathed deeply.

“Don’t hold back, my lady,” said Mrs. Kerr. “You must cry out, or it will go the worse for you.”

“I dinna want my son entering the world to the sound of his mother’s pain,” she insisted.

“Nonsense!” snapped back Mrs. Kerr. “He’ll nae remember it, so busy he’ll be with his own howling.” Her eyes twinkled. “Why don’t you swear—in the Gaelic—for he’ll nae understand that.”

The abbot of Glenkirk, waiting outside in the hallway, listened in amazement to the stream of colorful Gaelic issuing from his niece’s chamber. It was followed some ten minutes later by a triumphant shout from Glenkirk, and the outraged howl of an infant. Unable to restrain himself any longer, Charles Leslie rushed into the bedroom. Mrs. Kerr was tending Cat while Sally wiped the birthing blood from the wailing child.

“I’ve a son, uncle! A son! The fifth Earl of Glenkirk,” shouted Patrick. “James-Patrick Charles Adam Leslie!”

“Aye, uncle,” spoke up a tired but amused voice.
“He
has a son. The fourth earl has given birth to the fifth earl. And just fancy, he did it all by himself.”

“I couldna hae done it wi’out ye, sweetheart,” grinned Patrick.

“No, ye couldn’t have,” she laughed weakly. “When do I get to see the marvel I hae produced?”

“ ‘Twill be a minute, dearie,” said Mrs. Kerr. “Yer all cleaned up, and—” she slipped a clean, sweetly scented nightgown of soft pale-lavender wool over her lady’s head—"ready to be put back into your bed. My lord, would you be so kind as to carry the countess to her bed.”

Gently, Patrick lifted Cat and placed her between the warmed sheets. Then he drew the down coverlet over her. Sally placed the sleeping, swaddled infant in Cat’s arms. “God’s nightshirt! He’s so tiny! I’ve seen bigger Christmas capons.” But there was pride in her voice. “He’s got your hair, Patrick,” she said, noting the damp tuft of black that Sally had brushed into a curl.

Mrs. Kerr took the baby back and handed him to Sally.

“Shell put him in his cradle, and sit wi him until he wakes. Do ye still wish to nurse him, or shall I hire a wet nurse?”

“I’ll nurse him myself, Mrs. Kerr. At least for now. I do think, however, that Sally’s sister, Lucy, should come and be her assistant in the nursery. Sally cannot watch the child all day and all night.”

“Yes, my lady, but now you must get some sleep.”

“In a few minutes, Mrs. Kerr. You’ll see that his lordship and my uncle are well taken care of at supper?”

“Of course, madam,” smiled Mrs. Kerr. “I’ll see to it at once.” She turned to go.

“Mrs. Kerr?”

“Yes, my lady?”

“Thank ye, Mrs. Kerr. For everything.”

The housekeeper bridled with pleasure. “ ‘Twas an honor, my lady, to deliver the future Glenkirk.” She turned to the abbot. “Come, sir. I’ll wager all this excitement has raised an appetite in you.” Together they left the room.

Patrick came and sat gingerly on the edge of his wife’s bed. Taking her hand, he raised it to his lips. “Yer overproud, Cat Leslie, and stubborn beyond belief. But, by God, I love you. I am proud and lucky to hae ye for my wife … and my friend!”

She lifted her leaf-green eyes to him and they twinkled mischievously. “Ye owe me a house in town, Glenkirk, and as soon as I am able, I intend to get it!”

Patrick Leslie’s deep laughter sounded throughout the entire house.

J
AMES Patrick Charles Adam Leslie had appeared on the twenty-fourth of February, 1578. Four weeks after his birth, Adam and Fiona Leslie arrived home from France. The earl had sent his messenger with news of his son’s birth, and the younger Leslies returned in haste so as to be godparents to the child.

Charles Leslie performed the ceremony without delay. He had been away from his abbey for about two months now. Hiring a swift coastal cutter, he sailed north to Peterhead. He would be able to continue overland easily from there, and looked forward to spending his first night back on dry land enjoying the hospitality of Deer Abbey.

Fiona was amused to find Cat enjoying her maternity. “I didna think ye were the goo-ga type,” she chuckled.

Cat grinned back. “Neither did I. It creeps up on ye wi’out yer knowing it. However, I dinna intend to hae another for several years.”

“If Glenkirk’s the rutting stallion Leslie is, ye’ll hae no choice.”

“I’ll be careful,” said Cat meaningfully.

“Why, cousin,” remarked Fiona, raising an elegantly plucked eyebrow, “how different ye are from a year ago.”

“It’s been a rather busy year, Fiona.”

And it got busier for Cat She was looking for a house, for with Adam and Fiona back home, the little Edinburgh dwelling was too crowded. Adam had promised his wife they would travel, but that had changed now.

The second Glenkirk son, James, was married to Ailis Hay, and Ailis Hay’s only brother, Francis, had died of a winter flux. Gilbert Hay had no other legitimate sons, and therefore James Leslie had become his father-in-law’s heir. James and Ailis were moving to Hay House to learn the management of a small estate.