“That’s true. As to his wanting to murder me because I’d beaten him horse racing, I’ve beaten him for the past five years. There was nothing new in that.”
“Damnation, you must have done something to make him want you dead. It just doesn’t make sense.”
“Perhaps Gordon’s informant was wrong. That seems the most likely conclusion.”
“Possibly. Come along inside now. I want to speak with Compton again. You can dance with any number of men who now find you quite toothsome, what with your bosom showing all white as new snow and those streamers of yours tempting a man to wind them around and around his finger until he’s pulled you right up to him and there’s your mouth, all soft and inviting.”
“Are you interested, James?” She had the nerve to bat her eyelashes at him. He leaned down and kissed her mouth, then lightly rubbed his thumbs over her eyebrows, smoothing them down. “Isn’t it odd that some of the ladies are giving you venomous looks?”
“I used to get pitying looks. I like venomous looks better. The Duchess is exquisite. Why don’t they give her venomous looks?”
“Because she’s English. She’s a countess. Everyone looks upon her as near-royalty. She’s exotic. You’re Jessie and you’re supposed to be a mess. Since you’re not, you’ve tilted everyone on his axis. Nobody likes to see change in another, particularly this kind of change.” He lightly rubbed his knuckles over the tops of her breasts. His eyes dilated.
“I suppose you’re right,” she said with a sigh, and tugged on one of her streamers. “My mother told me that my streamers made me look like a hussy.”
“Your mother should follow Glenda’s line of vision when she sights a man, if she wants to talk about a hussy. Now, let’s go back inside before my right hand starts wriggling down the front of your gown.”
30
THE DAY BEFORE they sailed for the Outer Banks, Jessie’s morning sickness abruptly stopped. “It’s gone,” she said blankly, looking toward the chamber pot she’d grown quite intimate with during the past weeks. “I feel wonderful.”
“Thank God,” James said. “You’re so skinny, I could lift you over my head with one hand. I want some meat on your bones.”
“I believe you will be granted your wish,” she said, laughed, and threw her arms around his back. “I’m so excited,” she said. “We’re going to find that treasure.”
James wasn’t so sure about that. Her memories of the four diaries were the memories of a child. Would she even remember now where her childhood self had buried them? Who was to say that someone hadn’t come across them in the intervening years? There had been several small hurricanes that had struck the Outer Banks, and innumerable storms. Naturally the beach had been flooded, probably the entire stretch of land from the sea to the sound. It was possible the sea had cut a new inlet through that area of beach, pulling the diaries and everything else out to sea.
The chances of finding the diaries were not very good. But no one would say that aloud.
That evening, with the entire group assembled, Jessie took the opportunity to tell them about Ocracoke. “I must be clear with all of you. You’re from England where everything is finished and neat and one knows exactly where to go to buy anything at all or procure something. But on the Outer Banks, there’s really nothing at all. The Outer Banks are barrier islands, protecting the mainland of North Carolina from the sea. Think of them as a sort of chain necklace. It’s savage, barren, and the village of Ocracoke barely compares to a small English village. There are about three hundred and fifty people living in the village now, most of them pilots and fishermen.”
“What do you mean, ‘pilots’?” Anthony asked, looking ever so much like his father with his blue eyes and black-as-midnight hair.
“Ocracoke Island is at the end of this long chain of islands. You come around the south end and into Ocracoke Inlet. That’s when ships hire local pilots. To sail across Pamlico Sound to the mainland is tricky. The currents and tides are nearly always contrary, and sandbars pop up where you least expect them. The one thing you can count on is change. Only the local pilots know where the new currents and shifts of sand are. To try it without them is foolhardy.
“Don’t picture Hyde Park. It’s more uncivilized than not. Since the barrier islands are constantly bombarded by the sea, the people who live their lives there are sturdy, strong, and incredibly resilient. I just wanted to warn you. It will be difficult. There won’t be anyone there waiting to help us. We will be able to hire perhaps a couple of men and maybe a woman to help in the house, but please understand this isn’t like going to Brighton to see the Regent’s Pavilion. The village bustles with life. There’s a Methodist church and there are several general shops that carry everything from thimbles to scrub boards, but nothing like you are used to. Everyone eats fish and the local fare is delicious—Anthony, you’ll love croaker, a silver fish that, fried in butter, makes you sing hallelujahs.”
“Don’t forget mullet, Jessie,” Badger said. “I already have several recipes for mullet.”
“And pigfish,” Spears added. “A very infelicitous name, but we must try it.”
“My very favorite is red drum,” Jessie said, licking her lips. “Let me get back to Ocracoke. Although you will miss many of the trappings of civilization, the sea is beautiful, the air sparkling clear, the sun will still be warm, and you can tell how the world was a thousand years ago. Even better, it isn’t storm season yet.”
Spears said, clearing his throat, “We’ve discussed this, Jessie, and we understand what it will be like. I have even spoken, as has Maggie, to this Compton Fielding about Ocracoke and its environs. He provided us with several treatises to study, which we did. We understand we will be voyaging to a place as distant from what we’ve already known as it would be to travel to the moon. We’ve all decided that a bit of the primitive in life adds flavor. We won’t fall apart not to find a charming bakery on Howard Street, an actual street in the village, Mr. Fielding told us.?
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Badger added, “Thus, we’re bringing with us all the foodstuffs we’ll need for at least two weeks, particularly vegetables and fruit. His lordship can hunt the local small deer I’ve been told are abundant. Also, Olivia will come along to take care of Master Charles. Bess will come to assist me and see to the housekeeping. As James knows, Gypsom is coming along to see to the horses we hope to rent there and anything else that needs doing. You’ve nothing to worry about. We will contrive.”
Sampson said, “We have even discussed how to make a campfire—just in case the house we’re going to has become uninhabitable. We have rain gear. We are prepared.”
The Duchess cleared her throat and spoke in her serene, calm voice: “Maggie, Jessie, and I have even had very simple gowns made and purchased bonnets to protect ourselves from the seaside sun. We have stout boots. Anthony and his father will look like pictures of those strange men all garbed in buckskin with squirrel hats on their heads. I believe everyone has managed to see to everything.”
Jessie looked at her husband. “What have you done, James?”
“I’ve called upon your father to keep an eye on Marathon while we’re gone. Oslow isn’t pleased with me since he is always the one in charge during my absence, but your father begged me, so what could I do?”
“Actually,” Jessie said, clearing her throat, “Ocracoke isn’t all that uncivilized. There are roads—well, all right, perhaps more like rutted paths—and many houses, mostly clapboard and small, but people love it there. I hope all of you will like it as much as I did.”