There came a gentle scratching at the door, and India opened it immediately, allowing Viscount Twyford into the house with another man. He immediately picked up one of India’s trunks and headed back down to the river.
“Take the other trunk,” India instructed Adrian. “I want to rebolt the door so no one notices the door unlocked in the morning and raises an alarm too soon. I’ll go out the library window, my love, and join you in but a moment.”
The viscount took up the second trunk and India shut the door behind him, sliding the bolts back into place. She then retraced her steps to the library and exited through one of the casement windows, pushing it shut behind her. It was unlikely anyone would notice the window was unlatched if it gave the appearance of being closed tightly. Then, without a backward glance, she hurried down the lawns to the quai where her transport awaited her. As he helped her into the boat, she had only a momentary pang, but then her heart soared. They were free!
“Lift your veil, madame, so I may be certain it’s you, and not your papa hiding beneath the gauze,” he teased her.
India raised the silk fabric. “ ’Tis I, my love,” she said.
The werry moved quickly down the river into the Pool, and was rowed directly to a dock at the O’Malley-Small Trading Company. Adrian Leigh climbed from the small vessel and helped India onto the dock. Leading her to a sturdy gangway before a great sailing ship, he helped her to board. India moved slowly and heavily in her guise as an elderly widow. Beneath her veiling she might have been anyone.
“Ahh, Signore di Carlo,” a cultured voice spoke, “you are right on time, sir. And this will be your aunt? My condolences, madame, on your great loss.”
“Monypenny was old. He lived a good life,” came a gravelly voice from beneath the veils. “You are one of Lynmouth’s lads, aren’t you?”
“Aye, madame, I am his fourth son,” Captain Thomas Southwood replied. “Geoff is the heir. John is a churchman, and Charles is married to an heiress. I, however, prefer the sea as a wife. She’s less troublesome, and asks little of a man.”
“Heh! Heh!” came the snicker from beneath the veils. “Then you are like your grandmother, who, I am told, was a pirate.”
“A base canard, madame.” Captain Southwood was smiling. “Now, my steward will show you to your cabin.” He bowed.
“What was all that chatter?” Adrian Leigh asked nervously when they were alone again. “You will give us away before we have even escaped.”
“I am supposed to be a garrulous old lady, and as such it is highly possible that I would know his family. It has put him off guard, Adrian. He doesn’t imagine for one moment that I’m not the old lady I am supposed to be.”
The
Royal Charles
moved out into the Pool precisely on schedule, and made its way majestically down the Thames with the outgoing tide toward the sea. India remained in her cabin once she entered it. She stood by the small porthole that looked out on the deck, and beyond it, the river. They passed by Greenwich, and the shipyards at Tilbury. The mid-February day was gray, although not stormy. India had thought when they had left Greenwood that she detected the faintest hint of spring in the air. How long would it be before she enjoyed another English spring and summer again? She felt the deep roll of their vessel as the Thames entered the Channel, realizing with singular clarity of mind that her course was set. She could not go back, and for the first time in her life India Lindley wondered if she had really done the right thing. Shivering, she drew her fur-lined cloak about her tightly.
Chapter
5
T
he
Royal Charles
was a serious cargo vessel. It had left England with a load of wool and Cornish tinware in its deep holes. The ship made its way down the English Channel past Land’s End, and plotted a course across the Bay of Biscay. At Bordeaux it took on a consignment of red wine. It then sailed around Cape Finsterre, putting in at Lisbon, where it took on a cargo of hides. Hugging the coast for a time, it moved around Cape St. Vincent and into the Gulf of Cadiz, stopping at the city of Cadiz to take on baskets of oranges and lemons. They sailed through the Straits of Gibraltar, docking at Málaga to onload barrels of sherry. It was here that the other passengers, two Spanish wine merchants, debarked. They would next put into Marseilles to offload the wine and take on salted fish, and then sail on to Naples, Adrian informed India, having obtained his information from the captain.
India had not come out of her cabin since they had left London, except for short walks on the deck at night, well muffled in her veils. She was in deepest mourning, Adrian had explained to Captain Southwood, and preferred her solitude. She found the sea soothing.
Tom Southwood laughed. “We are fortunate to have had fine weather so far, Signore di Carlo, or Lady Monypenny would find the sea not quite so salubrious. I am sorry, however, that she will not take her meals with us. I found her a rather amusing old lady, outspoken and much like my late grandmother, Lady de Marisco.”
“Alas,” Adrian replied, “while my aunt’s spirit is soothed by the sea, her stomach is a bit more delicate, I fear.”
The weather had grown quite warm. They were in the narrowest part of the Mediterranean, Adrian told India. She was skittish, and would not allow him much time in her cabin or her company these days. He worried that she was regretting her actions, but India said nothing to that effect and so he believed her just nervous of travel. They would return overland when the day came, he decided, but for a quick cruise across the Channel.
They were several days out of Marseilles when the passenger steward sought out Tom Southwood. “Captain, may I speak with ye a moment?” The steward stood in the door of the main cabin.
“Come in, Knox. What is the problem?”
“Well, Captain, ’tis the lady . . . the one who is getting off in Naples. Ain’t she supposed to be an old lady, sir?”
“Aye.” Now, what was this all about? Tom Southwood thought.
“Well, Captain, she ain’t an old lady. She’s a young lady.” Knox looked very uncomfortable. “I was going by her cabin this afternoon, and I seen her sitting on her bunk, brushing her hair. I stopped because I was so surprised that an old lady would have such fine tresses. Then she turned her head slightly . . . she didn’t see me, sir . . . and it weren’t an old lady’s face. It was a beautiful young girl, Captain!”
“Damnation!” Tom Southwood swore, irritated. What the hell was going on? And he would certainly have to find out before they put into another port. A young lady. A Signore di Carlo who spoke accentless English. He had said he was schooled in England.
An elopement!
It was the only, and the logical, answer. Signore di Carlo was running off with someone’s daughter. But whose? And what was Captain Tom Southwood to do about it? “Come with me,” he said to Knox, and, leaving his cabin, made for the passenger deck. Knocking on the faux Lady Monypenny’s cabin door, he entered without waiting for her permission to do so. A young girl jumped up from the bunk where she had been reading and gave a startled gasp. “Jesus Christ!” Tom Southwood swore again. “India Lindley!”
“I’m sorry, Captain, but you have mistaken me for someone else,” India said in her plumiest tones.
“India, you are somewhat grown since the last time I saw you,” Tom Southwood said grimly, “but you have your mother’s look about you, and that fetching little mole she sports between your nostril and your upper lip,
and
you are wearing the Lindley signet ring your mother gave you. Now, what is this all about, and why are you masquerading as an old lady? Although I believe I know the answer to my own question.”
“Then you need nothing from me, Tom,” India said angrily.
“Is he your Italian tutor, this Signore di Carlo?” the captain demanded of her. “You’re eloping, aren’t you, and you chose my ship to do it on? I had heard you had grown into a little hellion, but I never thought you would cause a scandal like this! If anyone finds out what you have done, you will be ruined. No decent man will have you.”
“But Adrian
is
a decent man!” India cried out, defending her love. “He isn’t my Italian tutor, Cousin Tom. He is Viscount Twyford, the earl of Oxton’s heir. We were eloping to his uncle’s house in Naples to be married because Papa would not be reasonable. I love him, and he loves me! I chose your ship because I knew we would be safe, and I came aboard in disguise for obvious reasons.”
“Knox, move Lady Lindley’s things to my cabin, and see that her gentleman is confined to his quarters for the duration of the trip,” Captain Southwood said.
“Tom! You cannot be so cruel,” India sobbed.
“Cousin,” he told her sternly, “if we are fortunate, there will be one of our company’s vessels in Marseilles going west to England. If there is, I intend putting you on it, and seeing that you are returned home to your parents. If there is not, you will remain aboard my ship and return home with me. As for your swain, he has paid his passage to Naples, and he shall disembark there,
but without you!”
“Noooo!” she wailed. “
No!
”
Grasping her lightly by the arm, Tom Southwood literally dragged his young cousin from her cabin to his. As they passed the cabin housing Adrian Leigh, they could hear him pounding on the door in furious frustration. Shoving India into the day room of the great stern quarters that were his, Tom Southwood said, “I will speak with your viscount, and explain to him that things have changed, India. You are going home, young lady!”
“I hate you, Thomas Southwood!” India shouted, and she flung a wine carafe at him. “
I hate you!
”
He ducked, and, beating a hasty retreat, exited his cabin, locking the door behind him. Now he returned to the passenger deck and let himself into Viscount Twyford’s cabin. The young man leapt up from the bunk upon which he had been sitting. “Well, my lord, you are found out,” Captain Southwood said grimly. “The game is up, and you will be put off in Naples. My cousin, India, however, will be sent home. You will be confined to your cabin until we reach your destination.”
“You have no right . . .” Adrian began pompously, only to be cut off.
“Aye, my lord, I have every right. As captain of the
Royal Charles
, I am the master of this small seagoing domain upon which you currently reside. You do not have the duke of Glenkirk’s permission to marry his daughter. You have cajoled and lured an innocent young girl away from the safety of her family. You are a cad, my lord. Now I will leave you to consider the seriousness of what you have done. I think it will be a long time before you dare to show your face in England. We are a large family, my lord, and we protect our own. I pray to God this has remained a private matter, and that India’s reputation is yet intact. Do you understand me?”
“May I at least say farewell to India?” Viscount Twyford asked.
“You have said all to my cousin that you should, and probably a great deal more,” Captain Southwood replied. “And do not bother trying to speak with India through the cabin walls. I have moved her to my quarters. She, too, will be confined even as you are, until she leaves this vessel. Now I will bid you good day, sir.”
Thomas Southwood then found his first mate, Mr. Bolton, and explained to him what had happened.
“ ’Tis a right bad coil, sir,” Mr. Bolton said, shaking his head. “There’s advantages to being a bachelor, I’m thinking. Pray the lord the lass hasn’t ruined herself with a scandal.”
India was so angry with her cousin that she refused to eat that evening. “I shall starve myself to death,” she told him dramatically. “You shall return to England with my withered body in a coffin, and then Papa shall kill you!”
Thomas Southwood swallowed back his laughter. He had a younger sister, Laura, who at India’s age had also been given to similar histrionics. “Suit yourself,” he said mildly, “but this fish is really quite delicious. It was fresh-caught by Knox earlier today, and the artichokes came aboard at Cadiz. Would you like a fresh orange? They are very sweet.”
“Go to hell!” India spat angrily, her hand inching toward a pewter goblet, a dangerous look in her eye.
He was quickly on his feet, and before she might throw anything at him, he dragged her up from her chair and across the cabin. “You may sleep in my bed, India, and I shall take Knox’s trundle out here.” He pushed her into his smaller sleeping cabin, locking the door behind her. “There is water for bathing and drinking, my dear,” he called to her, and then returned to the table to finish his meal while she shrieked at him from her prison.
In the morning it was Knox who opened the door to let her out. “Captain says you may have the run of his quarters during the day, m’lady,” the steward said pleasantly. “Can I get you anything to eat? Some fruit, perhaps?”
“No, thank you,” India said politely. “Where is my cousin?”
“Captain don’t sleep more than four, five hours, m’lady. He be up on deck, and has been since before dawn,” Knox said. “Well, if I can’t be of any service to you, I’ll go tend to the young gentleman.”
“Knox! Wait! Will you take a message to Viscount Twyford for me?” India pleaded. “I will make it worth your while.”
The steward shook his head despairingly, edging toward the door, for he knew of India’s penchant for throwing things. “I’m sorry, m’lady, but you know I cannot.” Then he was out the door before she could argue with him, or pitch a missile at him.
India heard the sound of the key turning in the lock once again, and almost snarled in angry despair. She had not come this far to be denied. Setting herself in the window seat of the cabin’s great window, she looked out. No escape here. The window looked onto the sea itself, and, peering down through the glass, she could see there was no ledge. The little sleeping cabin had no access to the deck. Only the door in this cabin itself had entree to the main deck. But she would find a way.
She would!
And she was certain that her beloved Adrian was also seeking a means of escape. Perhaps when they got to Marseilles, and her interfering cousin attempted to transfer her to another ship, she could escape them. And while they were looking for her she would sneak back on board and help Adrian. Then they would travel on overland to Naples. She wasn’t going to be stopped now.
“Sail ho!”
She heard the call out on the deck. Looking out the great window, India could see another vessel in the distance.
“Put on more sail!” came the command.
India could hear the creaking of winches as additional canvas was raised, but the ship didn’t seem to be gaining any speed. She looked back out the window again. The other ship was gaining on them rather quickly. It was a narrow, sleek vessel with scarlet-and-gold-striped sails. She turned as the cabin door opened and her cousin entered, a worried look upon his handsome face.
“Be quiet and listen,” he told her. “In a few minutes we are going to be boarded by pirates from one of the Barbary States.”
India paled, and gasped. “Can’t we escape them?” she asked.
“Under ordinary circumstances, yes, but the bloody wind is dying on us, and without the wind we can’t outrun them. Now hear me very carefully, India, for what I am going to say may save your life. My grandmother was once in a similar situation. If you are asked to convert to Islam, agree and save your life. Don’t be a little fool and refuse. We need no martyrs in this family. Agreeing means you will be given, or sold, to a highly placed man, and not thrown into the common slave bagnio where you would be raped and forced into whoredom.”
“But can’t we be ransomed?” she asked him, horrified.
“Neither of us is important enough, Cousin,” he told her. “One day I may be able to get a message home, and then perhaps . . ” He stopped, and looked at her. “You may not be able to go back then.”
“Ohhh, Tom!” India cried. “Not to see Mama or Papa ever again?”
“This family has a history of troublesome and adventuresome women, who usually end up surviving quite nicely, India. Listen, learn, and for God’s sake remember that from the moment of your capture you are no longer the duke of Glenkirk’s daughter but nothing more than a beautiful slave. You will be at the mercy of your master, whoever he will be. Keep your temper in check, Cousin, and a civil tongue in your head, or you could find that tongue yanked out. The Barbary pirates are fierce men.”
“I would rather be dead than submit!” India cried dramatically.
Tom Southwood grasped his young cousin by the arms, and shook her hard. “Don’t be an idiot, India,” he said, and then, releasing her, he was gone out the door again. To her despair she heard the key turning in the lock. Did he never forget?
The corsair ship drew skillfully alongside the
Royal Charles.
She could now see the reason for its speed. While the ship had sails, it was also propelled by banks of oars, which had given it a great advantage over the larger merchant vessel, caught in a dying wind. India wished she could be out on the deck. What was her cousin doing? Was he going to fight?