Blackwood Farm (45 page)

“He took a deep swallow of his hot chocolate and looked away thoughtfully as though it comforted him to see the maple tree and the willow and the huge strapping magnolia that promised to dominate the little glen.

“ ‘Tell me something, young one,' he said. ‘Do you pick up a strange fragrance in this yard?'

“ ‘Yes, it's overpowering,' I said. ‘I didn't want to ask about it. But I can smell it. It's sweet.'

“There seemed a sudden change in his demeanor. He went from charming ease to fatality.

“ ‘Once again, I must say it,
mon fils,
that you must absolutely never be with Mona,' he said. ‘And you will forgive me that I brought you to this spot.'

“ ‘What do you mean? Why do you say that to me? Who's to say that we won't be faithful to each other until we're grown? Three years from now, can't she make up her mind for herself? I'll hold her to my heart, I'll wear her hair in my locket of her and when the time comes I'll walk with her down the aisle.'

“ ‘No, that can never be. Please understand how much I love Mona and how much I respect you and know you to be of fine character. But you can see spirits,
mon fils,
and you can catch the scent of the dead. You know that buried here in this spot are mutations who should never have been born to this family. Take my confidence,
mon fils,
that if you marry Mona your children may be these mutations as well. That you can catch the scent is proof of it, I must confess.'

“ ‘Are you telling me you killed and buried Mona's child here?' I demanded.

“ ‘No. Mona's child is living,' he answered. ‘Its destiny is a different matter, I can well say. But there must be no more of such creatures, not by the name of Mayfair, and Mona will never have any other name.'

“ ‘You're wrong!' I said.

“ ‘Don't despise me, Tarquin, for your own sake,' he said. He seemed endlessly patient. ‘I thought if I explained things to you it would be easier. And maybe it will be in the course of time.'

“ ‘Tarquin!' I heard my name called. I turned to my left. In the broad gateway by the pool it was Michael Curry there who had called out to me and beside him stood Rowan Mayfair, and both were looking at me as though I had done something wrong.

“I rose immediately.

“They came towards me. They were both in casual, at-home dress. And Michael had a build on him in his blue work shirt that made my mouth water.

“Rowan spoke first. She was kindly. ‘What are you doing here, Tarquin?' she asked.

“ ‘Well, I'm speaking to Julien,' I said. ‘We were just having hot chocolate and visiting here.' I turned and gestured to the right but Julien wasn't there. I glanced at the table and then looked back to it. Except for my bouquet there was nothing there. No thermal silver pitcher, no cups, no animal crackers, nothing.

“The breath went out of me.

“ ‘My God,' I said. I made the Sign of the Cross. ‘I tell you, I was speaking to him. I burnt my tongue on the second cup of hot chocolate. The pitcher, it was silver. He let me in at the front gate! He was telling me that I couldn't be with Mona, he said we were related. I . . .' I stopped. I sank down in the chair.

“Nobody knew better than me what had happened! Yet my eyes searched the garden for him. And again I stared at the empty table. I laid my hand on the bouquet. And where was Goblin? Why hadn't Goblin warned me? How impatient I'd been with Goblin, and Goblin had let me fend for myself!

“Dr. Rowan Mayfair came behind me and put her hands on my shoulders. I felt soothed immediately by the way that she massaged me. She actually bent down and kissed my cheek. Rampant, comforting chills went through me. Oh, the pure sweetness of it. Michael Curry sat opposite and he took my hand and held it firmly. He was like the uncle I never knew.

“God, how I loved them. How I wanted to be connected to them. How I wanted to love Mona with their blessing. Desperately, I needed their comfort now.

“ ‘I'm going to be locked up,' I stammered. ‘Julien Mayfair. Was he ever a real man?'

“ ‘He was real, all right,' said Rowan Mayfair in her patient and sincere husky voice. ‘He's a legend in the Mayfair clan. He died in 1914.' ”

31

“THEY BROUGHT
me into the house. It was dim and magnificent. They showed me the shadowy double parlor with its carved archway and shining floors and they took me through the handsome dining room with its murals of Riverbend Plantation, long ago sacrificed to the curvature of the Mississippi River as it changed its fickle path.

“Rowan was the tour guide, pointing out details with a low-key simplicity, her voice warm, though her gray eyes were always cold. She was very shapely in her white shirt and pants and seemed at times to be ruminating in a dream.

“Then it was in the sunlit kitchen that we settled at a glass table with brass dolphins as a base to it, and we were ranged in comfortable brushed-steel chairs. There was a cozy back stairs in the corner and a small gas fireplace for cold days, but this wasn't one of them, and beyond the French doors we could see the rampant jasmine and the banana trees that grew around the wall of the rear garden where I had sat with Julien, so oblivious to the real world.

“ ‘But how do I know you're real?' I asked them logically. ‘He seemed in those moments as real as anybody, except—.' And then I had to admit it, the things that were wrong, that he had been a friend to my ancestor Manfred, a sheer impossibility in terms of his appearance, and then there was the matter of his old-fashioned nineteenth-century clothes.

“ ‘Ghosts tip you off and then distract you,' I confessed.

“Michael Curry nodded his head. I knew instinctively that he had seen spirits, plenty of them. And he was such a genial man, almost humble. Yet he gave an impression of incredible strength. He had exceptionally large hands and they looked gentle.

“ ‘What did he tell you, son?' he asked. ‘Can you share this information with us?'

“ ‘That he had sired my great-great-grandfather,' I said. I proceeded to recount for them the operatic drama and how it had been done. And that it seemed to mean that Mona and I both carried a sensitivity to see spirits and that was why we mustn't marry on any account.

“It may have been utterly self-defeating to repeat these things to Michael and Rowan but I had no intention of holding them back. I thought they should know everything. They should know why Oncle Julien had interfered.

“With my eyes opened now I told them of Oncle Julien's words, that he existed in a ‘Purgatorial state of concern' about his genes dominating his offspring, and how he had asked me about the sweet scent in the backyard, and of how I could smell that scent and had not wanted to say anything until asked.

“Both Rowan and Michael seemed fascinated by these confessions, and I went on to tell them that Oncle Julien had said that mutations were buried in the earth of the rear garden, but not Mona's child, Mona's mutated child was living, and this seemed to enthrall them and they asked that I repeat it and I did.

“At this point I became so miserable, so certain that they would not let me see Mona, and so sure of failure in every regard that I began to cry. I begged them not to turn me away. I told them how much I wanted to be part of them. I had no shame in it. And perhaps in my own heart I felt I was worthy somehow.

“ ‘I don't come as a pauper,' I said. ‘I don't come as a beggar. I don't offer Mona a small cottage in which to live.'

“ ‘We know that, son,' said Michael Curry. ‘And forgive us if we seemed lacking in respect when we came to Blackwood Manor, but Mona has put us through some wild escapades and at times we forget our manners. Yesterday was one of those times. Believe me when I say we worry about Mona.'

“ ‘But what is so very wrong with Mona being with me? Do you believe it's that we both see spirits?'

“ ‘No, it's not that in itself,' said Michael. He sat back comfortably in his chair as he addressed me. ‘The fact is, there are medical reasons, good medical reasons that have to do with Mona's health.'

“ ‘It's Mona who has the right to talk about the medical aspects of things,' Rowan said in her softly running husky voice, ‘not us. But we can tell you that Mona isn't acting wisely and we are trying to guard Mona from herself.' She was soft and sincere.

“I wasn't sure what to say. ‘I understand your problem,' I replied, ‘because I can't divulge the things that Mona has said to me. But can't I see her? Can't you let her come down? Can't I tell her about the ghost of Oncle Julien? Can't I ask her what she has to say?'

“ ‘You do understand,' said Michael, ‘that this was a powerful apparition. This ghost chose to intervene in a powerful way. Have you ever seen a ghost like this?'

“ ‘Yes,' I said, ‘I have seen ghosts that strong.'

“I told them both the whole story of Rebecca. And as I did so I knew I was being my own worst enemy again. But there could be nothing under this roof but frankness, or so it seemed to me. My love for them ordained that frankness.

“I also told them about Goblin. As much as I thought right.

“ ‘Don't you see that I belong with her?' I said finally. ‘She's the only one who will ever understand me, and I'm the only one who'll ever understand her?'

“ ‘Son, you have your own ghosts,' said Michael, ‘and she has hers. You have to move away from each other. You have to seek a decent normality on your own.'

“ ‘Oh, God, that's impossible!' I said. ‘We'll never achieve it. Besides, who's to say we can't achieve it better together if it's achievable at all?'

“I could see now they were pondering my words. I had made some incidental impression of intelligence on them if nothing else. They hadn't kicked me out of their house yet in any event, and now an overpowering urge to have hot chocolate came over me, a stupid, insidious desire to drink hot chocolate in large amounts.

“And to my utter amazement, Michael rose and said, ‘I'll fix it for you. I'd like some myself.' I was stunned. They were a family of mind readers on top of everything else. I heard him laugh under his breath as he went to the pantry. Then came the noises and the deep delicious fragrance of the heated milk.

“Rowan sat there solemnly and pondering, and then, very softly, she spoke. Her voice as usual was much gentler than her angular face, with its high cheekbones and blunt-cut wavy hair.

“ ‘Tarquin, let me lay it out,' she said. ‘Let me violate Mona's confidentiality. Let me make that judgment call. Mona has given me permission to do it, to tell you things about her, which really shouldn't be told. She isn't really old enough to give that permission. But let me go on. Mona endangers herself every time she has intimate relations with a man. Do you follow me? She runs the risk of hurting herself severely. We're trying to keep Mona alive.'

“ ‘But we used protection, Dr. Mayfair,' I insisted. Nevertheless this was frightening news. I had dried my eyes by this time and was trying to behave like an adult.

“ ‘Of course you did,' said Dr. Mayfair, raising her eyebrows slightly, ‘but even the best of precautions can fail. There's always the possibility that Mona will conceive. And just the smallest miscarriage weakens Mona in ways that a normal woman does not have to worry about. It's all because of the baby born to Mona, the baby whom Oncle Julien mentioned to you in the garden outside. It left Mona vulnerable. And we're trying to keep Mona alive. We're trying to discover how to fix what's wrong so Mona won't be so vulnerable, but for that we need time.'

“ ‘Dear God,' I whispered. ‘That's why Mona was at Mayfair Medical the day I saw her.'

“ ‘Precisely,' said Rowan. She was becoming a little more heated, but she sounded compassionate at the same time. ‘We're not insensitive monsters,' she said. ‘Really we're not. We're trying to get her to stop seducing her cousins and to cooperate with our regimen of blood tests and nutritional supplements so we can find out what's going wrong inside of her and why she so often conceives. Now, I've told you more than I should, and by the way, let me add that she is in love with you and she's stopped roaming since she met you; you have every right to know that, but we can't countenance her being with you.'

“ ‘No,' I said, ‘what you can't countenance is her being alone with me. Let me see her here with you present. Let me see her with a vow of celibacy. What could be wrong with that?'

“Michael came to the table with the very silver pitcher I had seen in the garden and cups for us all. It was the same damned china. The hot chocolate was as rich and delicious as it had been in the vision and I was ready for a second cup almost at once. I wanted to tell them about the pitcher and the china, but I wanted even more to talk about Mona.

“ ‘Thank you for humoring me on this score—I mean with this chocolate,' I said. ‘I don't know what's the matter with me.'

“Michael refilled my cup for the second time. I drank deeply. It tasted better than anything known to man.

“I sat back. ‘I've been level with you,' I said. ‘Can't you be level with me? Tell her that I'm here—.'

“ ‘She knows that, Quinn,' said Michael. ‘Her powers of clairvoyance are tremendous. She knew it when you came through the front gate. She's wrestling with the very things Rowan confided to you. The truth's coming full force on her. She's sick. And then there's the question of her lost offspring—the one that Julien told you was alive. She heard that news when you did, and she was the one who came to us and told us to come down and welcome you in.'

“I wanted to say this was a great consolation, which it was, but I wished they had told me before this time and I didn't want to complain. Also something else occurred to me. Why had they interrupted my conversation with Julien when they did? If they hadn't come, how much more would Julien have said?

“ ‘That's a question to which we don't have an answer,' said Michael, having read my thoughts again.

“ ‘But you stopped him. You stopped him from revealing family secrets,' I said. ‘You thought it best.'

“ ‘We did,' said Dr. Mayfair. ‘We thought it best.'

“ ‘Does it matter to you that I am one of you?' I asked in a sober voice.

“Neither of them had an answer for me. Then Rowan spoke in the most dejected manner. ‘If only Mona wasn't ill,' she said. ‘If only we could find a cure. Then everything would be different, Quinn. As it stands now, what is the point of asking you to cast your lot with us? What is the point of asking you to be genetically tested as all of us are? What is the point of you taking on the weight of our history and our curses and all we suffer and know?'

“ ‘Genetic testing?' I asked. ‘To see if I have a susceptibility to see spirits?' I drank down the hot chocolate. Michael poured me another cup.

“ ‘No,' said Rowan, ‘to see if you could produce the mutation in your offspring as Mona did.'

“ ‘I want it,' I said.

“She nodded. ‘All right. I'll set it up at Mayfair Medical. You report in to Dr. Winn Mayfair. Call his secretary to arrange the time.'

“ ‘And now, where are you keeping my darling princess?'

“I heard her from the top of the back stairs: ‘Quinn!'

“I rose at once and ran up to her, jogging left then left again with the little stairway, and then throwing my arms around her as we came together on the second floor.

“ ‘Remember my warnings,' came Rowan's voice from below.

“ ‘I promise, no penetration,' said Mona. ‘Now leave us alone.'

“I picked her up off her feet.

“ ‘Oh, my egregious boy!' she declared, her breasts hot beneath her snow white shirt, her red hair everywhere in my eyes and against my heart, her naked legs smooth and beautiful to my touch.

“I carried her down the hallway. ‘Where do we go, Princess Mona of Mayfair?' I asked. ‘I have wrestled with angels and dragons to be with you!'

“ ‘To the very front of the house, Prince Tarquin of Blackwood,' she answered. ‘There is my bower among the branches of the oaks.'

“We passed up a short few steps, out of a narrow hallway, to a big bedroom and through it into a large hallway and on past a regal staircase to the very front where my beloved, my red-haired beloved, signaled me to make a left turn.

“It was the very front bedroom, all right, and its two floor-length windows were open to the upper porch, and they seemed to be filled by the oak branches of the two trees which stood before the house.

“We fell onto the bed.

“I was all wound up with Mona's virginal white blouse and its voluminous sleeves and lace, and we were tumbling in her white pillows, and I pressed my hand against her hot wet panties, and with the pressure of my palm brought her to the finish with divine blushes that made me come.

“Again we did it, and this time more slowly and playfully, and then again, and I was as always spent before she was, but I was in no mood to desert her in her need.

“It must have been an hour that we lay together, and all the while the door was partially open and there came no sound of any intruding person in the house.

“We were on our honor and on a small white lace baby quilt, which I had pretty much spoilt with my overspilled love. ‘Entirely washable, and destined for the purpose,' said my Lady Love as she folded it and cast it away.

“Now it was the season for kisses and for snuggling and for lying back against the pillows and looking out of the windows at the oak branches in which the lithe little brown squirrels tripped among the clinging green ferns.

“ ‘I never want to leave you,' I told her. ‘But awful things have happened to me since we were together,' I confessed.

“I told her all about the stranger and his bizarre assault. I told her how he had read my very thoughts about the Hermitage. And how I had given the order for the renovations and he and I would be partners in it, but I was more sure than ever that I had seen him dumping bodies by the light of the moon.