Ransome's Honor (2 page)

RANSOME’S HONOR

Copyright © 2009 by Kaye Dacus

Published by Harvest House Publishers
Eugene, Oregon 97402
www.harvesthousepublishers.com

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Dacus, Kaye

Ransome’s honor / Kaye Dacus.

p. cm.—(The Ransome trilogy ; bk. 1)

ISBN 978-0-7369-2753-6 (pbk.)

eISBN : 97-8-073-69339-8

1. Ship captains—Fiction. 2. Single women—Fiction. 3. Arranged marriage—Fiction. 4. Married people—Fiction. 5. Portsmouth (England)—Fiction. I. Title.

PS3604.A25R36 2009

813’.6—dc22

2009004876

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To Jacob, Benjamin, Jordan, Michaela, Caleb
,
and Josh.

Delight yourself in the Lord, and He
will
give you the desires ofyour heart.

PSALM 37:4

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Most sincere thanks to all the critique partners who helped me with the nuances and details over the years; to my agent, Chip MacGregor, for believing in me; to Kim Moore, Gene Skinner, and everyone else at Harvest House, for helping this story weigh anchor and forge ahead at full sail; to Ronie Kendig, for being William and Julia’s biggest cheerleader and making me believe in this story even when it seemed like nothing would ever come of it; and to my family, especially my parents, without whom I couldn’t have done this. And finally, all praise and glory to God for making my dreams come true.

Prologue

Portsmouth, England
September 1802

J
ulia, do stop fidgeting. One would think this evening were about you, not in honor of your father.”

Seventeen-year-old Julia Witherington immediately stilled her hands and clasped them in her lap. “I am sorry, Mama. I am excited for Papa to be announced for the first time as Sir Edward, and you as Lady Witherington.”

In the dim light of the carriage, the new crest on her father’s Royal Navy coat vied for attention with the gold braid and sparkling epaulets indicating his rank of captain. If the war had lasted a few months longer, his posting to admiral would have been confirmed.

But if the Peace of Amiens had not come when it did, Julia would still be on the sugar plantation in Jamaica, not on her way to a ball in Portsmouth. A ball at which she expected something momentous to occur. Something she’d dreamed of for the past seven years.

Julia twisted the fabric of her glove around her left thumb. They’d been in London this fortnight past for her father to receive his knight hood. “You are certain all of your former officers will be in attendance, Papa?” She pressed her cheek to the carriage window as the assembly hall came into view.

“Aye, Julia, as I have already confirmed twice. Why do you have so much interest in former officers of the
Indomitable?”

She turned to gape at him, surprised. Was he merely pretending not to know? What else could his private conference with Lieutenant William Ransome have been about this afternoon? “I know I was only ten years old when you took us to Jamaica on the
Indy,
but even after seven years, I well remember how kind the officers—and midshipmen—were to me and Michael.” Her voice cracked on her brother’s name, and as always, she sent up a quick prayer that somehow, somewhere, he was still alive. After two years, her heart still refused to believe him dead.
Lost at sea
simply meant lost. Not necessarily dead.

Mama gave her a reassuring smile. Thank goodness Mama did not keep her emotions hidden the way Papa did. But Julia had no cause to worry about her father’s dismissive attitude. William Ransome was one of her father’s favorite young officers, given the frequency with which his name appeared in her father’s letters. Papa had no doubt approved the match and given William his blessing.

The carriage rattled to a stop on the cobblestone drive of the assembly hall. Julia’s heart felt fit to burst through her stays. Tonight. She was certain. Tonight William would make his intentions known, and tomorrow the paper would carry the news of their engagement.

Walking sedately behind her parents and waiting to be announced proved a Herculean task, but Julia managed it—and she also managed not to look about the crowd with too much eagerness. William would come to her; she need not seek him out.

After the applause died away at her parents’ introduction, she followed them into the press of well-wishers. She jumped when a hand slipped through the crook of her elbow

Susan Barstow, her closest acquaintance in Portsmouth, beamed up at Julia, blue eyes twinkling. “I am so happy you’ve returned, Julia. Portsmouth has been a positive bore without you. Later, you must tell me all about London. But first...I shall set your mind at ease and tell you he is here. He and my dear Collin have vanished into the card room with many of the other officers; but now your father is here, they should reappear because the dancing will start soon.”

Even as Susan spoke, several young men in Royal Navy uniforms entered from a side door. Taller by several inches than Susan, Julia stood on her toes. There-speaking to her father. Julia moved through the forest of people to rejoin her parents, Susan trying to keep up with her.

She arrived just in time. Tall and slender, his brown hair falling onto his forehead in loose curls, Lieutenant William Ransome straightened from bowing in greeting to her mother. His vivid blue eyes, pale yet impossibly fathomless, met Julia’s. Anticipation of the event she foresaw this evening heated her cheeks. She controlled the size of her smile with enormous effort and bent her knees in a curtsey.

“Good evening, Lieutenant Ransome.”

“Good evening, Miss Witherington.” His baritone voice tickled her ears. “If you are not already engaged, might I request the honor of the first two dances?”

“I am not engaged. I would be honored.” She settled her hand atop his proffered arm. Turning to walk with him, she caught the dimple in her mother’s cheek, even as Lady Witherington curtseyed to a baron’s wife. Yes, Mama also suspected what this evening would bring.

Throughout the first dance, Julia could hardly keep her eyes off William. Even though his uniform coat showed a bit of wear at cuffs and collar, to her, he was the most resplendent officer in the hall. The intensity of his gaze outshone even the admirals’ uniforms.

As they awaited their turn to join in the complex figures of the allemande, Julia could not ignore the voices around her. The matrons made no attempt to hide their questioning of why someone of Sir Edward’s importance and wealth would allow his daughter to waste her affections on an officer who sent all his earnings home to support his family, an officer who depended on the charity of his friends to stay in Portsmouth, an officer who was clearly courting Julia for her thirty-thousand-pound dowry.

If William heard the malicious rumors, his face betrayed no reaction. Finally, he and Julia joined hands and took their part in the dance.

“You realize, Lieutenant,” Julia whispered, “that everyone will think you are not enjoying our dance if you continue on with so grave a » countenance.

The left side of his mouth twitched, and some of the tightness around his eyes eased. “And we would not want to be the subject of any gossip, would we, Miss Witherington?”

Ah. Now he seemed more himself. “You have yet to tell me how you kept yourself occupied while we were in London.”

“I mostly spent my time at the dockyard, trying to be useful.”

Her sympathy went out to him. To her mother’s dismay, Julia had not only involved herself in the running of the sugar plantation over the last several years, she had taken on the role of mistress, working with the steward and the foreman to manage the day-to-day operation. If someone were to tell her she would no longer be responsible for Tierra Dulce, that all her responsibility would be given to someone else, she would run quite mad with boredom.

“Is there any possibility of getting another ship? I am certain if there is anything my father can do...”

William’s dark brows flattened into a straight line, once again obscuring his thoughts. “Not unless he goes out and attacks a French ship and restarts the war. The peacetime navy has no need for as many lieutenants as are currently made, and those with seniority get ships.” His expression eased slightly. “Your father has assured me he will see me assigned to a ship as soon as a posting is available.”

The music ended; William offered Julia his arm. “Will you take a turn about the garden with me? It grows quite warm in here.”

Julia took several calming breaths, trying to still her racing pulse. She nodded and took his arm. On the way to the doors, she spied Susan—who was taking her position for the next dance opposite William’s closest friend, Collin Yates. Susan’s eyes widened when she saw Julia on William’s arm. Julia nodded, and Susan bounced on her toes and clapped her hands.

The evening’s entertainment had just started, so the garden was nearly deserted. William kept to the path, his stride slow but purposeful. Accustomed to his long silences, Julia took the time to calm herself so she could answer him in as dignified a manner possible. She did not want to annoy him with an emotional outburst when he put the question to her.

He stopped at an ornate wooden bench within full sight of the path. “Shall we sit a moment?”

The early autumn air wrapped them in a warm cocoon while the remnants of the sunset bathed the garden in a lavender glow She perched on the edge of the bench, trying to appear composed.

Instead of taking a seat beside her, William clasped his hands behind his back and paced a circle around her, much as a captain would tread the deck of his ship. Fingers twined tightly together, Julia watched and waited. After several minutes, he paused, half turned away from her.

“Miss Witherington, I—Did you have a pleasant sojourn in London?”

“London? Yes. I enjoyed seeing my father honored with a knighthood.” She bit the insides of her cheek to keep from smiling over his choice to ease into conversation first.

“And do you know when you will return to Jamaica?”

“Not until the spring. Father wants to take no risk of hurricanes or storms on our return voyage.

A slight breeze ruffled William’s dark curls. “I see.”

What, precisely, did he see? Anxiety began to nibble at Julia’s excitement. She wished he would just get on with it. This time, William’s silence became unbearable after a few moments.

“Susan Barstow wrote to me in London to announce her engagement to Lieutenant Yates.” And Julia very much wanted to walk back into the assembly room and share similar news with her friend.

“Collin is the second son of an earl with a large inheritance. He can marry as he wills. He is not dependent upon patronage and promotion to make his way in this world.”

“There are other ways to gain fortune.” Julia cleared the nervousness from her throat. “Marriage, for example.”

Even in profile, it was obvious that William struggled with his thoughts. “It has been my experience that men who marry to gain wealth are rarely happy with their choice.” He rounded the bench again and paused in front of her, his pale blue eyes troubled, indecisive.

“Not all marriages made for financial security can be bad. Not when there is affection before the marriage takes place.” Heat rushed into her cheeks at her bold declaration of her feelings for him.

Her statement seemed to have no effect on his discomfort. His jaw flexed as if he were grinding whatever words he was not saying between his teeth.

She harkened back to the malicious things the women inside had said about her and William. How could she tell him she loved him all the more for sending his pay home to support his mother and sister, when he had not yet declared his love for her?

William sat beside her for the briefest of moments and then sprang to his feet and ran his fingers through his hair. “I cannot...No. It is better for a man to do what he must, to work hard to gain promotion through honorable service—to do what is necessary to gain patronage without sacrificing one’s very soul.”

Julia’s heart, which had been near to floating all evening, sank like a hulled ship. “Then you...you are not...you would not consider...”

He turned, expression inscrutable in the shadows. “Come. I must return you to your parents. I would not wish to offend your father on this of all nights.”

Forlorn numbness settled into Julia’s limbs. Somehow, she managed to rise from the bench and accompany William into the hall. She kept her gaze directed forward, unwilling to witness everyone staring at her, knowing her humiliation would be obvious to all.

Though it seemed impossible, Julia soon stood beside her mother, watching William Ransome bow and walk away. He disappeared into the card room, followed shortly by Collin Yates.

Much to Julia’s chagrin, Susan tugged at her sleeve.

“So?” Susan whispered. “Is it settled?”

All the pieces of Julia’s broken heart lodged in her throat. She blinked against welling tears. “It is settled. William does not want to marry me.”

“What? No, it cannot be!”

Several matrons nearby turned at Susan’s outcry. Julia snapped open her fan and tried to stop the conflagration in her face.

Susan took Julia’s arm and led her out of the hall onto the front steps. “Tell me what happened.”

Before she could censor her words, Julia told her acquaintance everything—every word, every gesture—that had passed in the garden. Mercifully, her eyes stayed dry, and her voice cracked only a few times during the recitation.

Susan shook her head. “This cannot be right. If he did decide not to propose tonight, it is only because he has not yet secured your father’s approbation.”

“Then why were they closeted together for more than an hour this afternoon?” Julia sank onto the top step, heedless of soiling her white gown.

“William wants to marry you. I have never been more certain of anything in my life. Even my dear Collin said so when he saw you going into the garden.” Susan reached her hand down to Julia. “Get up. I will not allow you to sit here and sulk when we both know that Lieutenant Ransome is in love with you and wants to marry you.” She saw to the task of brushing the back of Julia’s gown.

“He said that a man should do whatever he could, whatever is necessary, to gain promotion and patronage. You don’t think he—”

“Do not even finish your thought. Except for my Collin, there is no man I have ever met more honorable than William Ransome. He would not toy with your affections just to get closer to your father.”

Julia wanted to believe her friend, but icy shards of doubt prickled along her skin. She followed Susan back inside.

“I will speak with Collin, and he will speak with William.” Susan squeezed Julia’s hand and disappeared into the crowd.

“Julia—you look pale.” Mama touched her gloved hand to Julia’s cheek. “Is it a headache?”

Though nearly complete opposites in temperament, one thing Julia did share with her mother was their penchant for sick headaches during times of strain or worry. She closed her eyes and leaned her cheek into her mother’s palm.

“Oh, my dear, why did not you say so sooner? We shall send for the carriage to take you back home immediately.”

Never in her life had Julia chosen the coward’s way out. But she could not stay, could not risk coming face-to-face with William again.

Once home, she dismissed her maid, needing quiet to try to sort through her thoughts. After disrobing, she left the white gown, the one she’d been so anxious for William to see her in, crumpled on the floor. With her dressing gown wrapped around her, she sank into the cushions on the window seat and stared at the sky.