Part 4 (1/2)
Perhaps by murder. But he died miserably enough of a heavy cold got by lying in a ditch to escape Dutch William's soldiers.”
”'So is this perilous Luck come again into our hands. Then did I persevere to mend the fortunes of my house.' That's what Rupert's son Richard wrote about the Luck,” Ricky recalled. ”Richard, the first pirate.”
”He did a good job of fortune mending,” commented Val dryly. ”Married one of the wealthiest of the French king's wards and sailed for the French West Indies all in a fortnight. Turned pirate with the approval of the French and took to lifting the cargoes of other pirates.”
”I'll bet that most of his success was due to the Lady Richanda,”
observed Ricky. ”She sailed with him dressed in man's clothes. Remember that miniature of her that we saw in New York, the one in the museum?
All the 'Black' Ralestones are supposed to look like her. Hear that, Val?”
”At least it was the Lady Richanda who persuaded her husband to settle ash.o.r.e,” said Rupert. ”She was personally acquainted with Bienville and Iberville who were proposing to rule the Mississippi valley for France by building a city near the mouth of the river. And 'Black d.i.c.k,' the pirate, obtained a grant of land lying along Lake Borgne and this bayou.
Although the city was not begun until 1724, this house was started in 1710 by workmen imported from England.
”The house of an exile,” Rupert continued slowly. ”Richard Ralestone was born in England, but he left there in his tenth year. In spite of the price on his head, he crept back to Devon in 1709 to see Lorne for the last time. And it was from the rude sketches he made of ruined Lorne that Pirate's Haven was planned.”
”Why, we saw those sketches!” Ricky's eyes shone with excitement. ”Do you remember, Val?”
Her brother nodded. ”Must have cost him plenty to do it,” he replied.
”Richard had an immense personal fortune of his own gained from piracy, and he spared no expense in building. The larger part of the stone in these walls was brought straight from Europe, just as they later brought the paving blocks for the streets of New Orleans. When he had done--and the place was five years a-building because of Indian troubles and other disturbances--he settled down to live in feudal state. Some of his former seamen rallied around him as a guard, and he imported blacks from the islands to work his indigo fields.
”The family continued to prosper through both French and Spanish domination until the time of American rule.”
”Now for Uncle Rick.” Ricky settled herself with a wriggle. ”This is even more exciting than Pirate d.i.c.k.”
”In the year 1788, the time of the great fire which destroyed over half of New Orleans, twin boys were born at Pirate's Haven. They came into their heritage early, for their parents died of yellow fever when the twins were still small children.
”Those were restless times. New Orleans was full of refugees. From Haiti, where the revolting blacks were holding a reign of terror, and from France, where to be a n.o.ble was to be a dead one, came hundreds.
Even members of the royal house, the Duc d'Orleans and his brother, the Duc de Montpensier, came for a s.p.a.ce in 1798.
”The city had always been more or less lawless and intolerant of control. Like the New Englanders of the eighteenth century, many respected merchants were also smugglers.”
”And pirates,” suggested Val.
”The king of smugglers was Jean Lafitte. His forge--where his slaves shaped the wrought-iron which was one of the wonders of the city--was a fas.h.i.+onable meeting-place for the young bloods. He was the height of wit and fas.h.i.+on--daring openly to placard the walls of the town with his notices of smugglers' sales.
”And Roderick Ralestone, the younger of the twins, became one of Lafitte's men. In spite of the remonstrances of his brother Richard, young Rick withdrew to Barataria with Dominque You and the rest of the outlawed captains.
”In the winter of 1814 matters came to a head. Richard wanted to marry an American girl, the daughter of one of Governor Claiborne's friends.
Her father told him very pointedly that since the owners of Pirate's Haven seemed to be indulging in law breaking, such a marriage was out of the question. Aroused, Richard made a secret inspection of certain underground storehouses which had been built by his pirate great-grandfather and discovered that Rick had put them in use again for the very same purpose for which they had been first intended--the storing of loot.
”He waited there for his brother, determined to have it decided once and for all. They quarreled bitterly. Both were young, both had bad tempers, and each saw his side as the right of the matter--”
”Regular Ralestones, weren't they?” commented Val slyly.
”Undoubtedly,” agreed Rupert. ”Well, at last Richard started for the house, his brother in pursuit.
”Then they fought, here in this very hall. And not with words this time, but with the rapiers Richard had brought back from France. A slave named Falesse, who had been the twins' childhood nurse, was the only witness to the end of that duel. Richard lay face down across the hearth-stone as she came screaming down the stairs.”
Ricky was studying the gray stone.