Part 67 (1/2)
”But I meant her no harm. It was to be for the best, I swear it. I want her to know that.” He settled at a table and lowered his face into his hands. ”I never dreamed it would come to this.” He looked up. ”Who could have?”
”'Tis no matter now.” Joan moved to him, her voice kindly. ”You're not to blame. 'Twas Sir Anthony that led the defection. It's always the old fools who cause the trouble. He's the one who should have known . . .”
”But you don't understand what really happened. I was the one who urged him to it, talked him into it. Because Admiral Calvert a.s.sured me none of this would happen.”
”You planned this with Calvert!” Briggs roared. ”With that d.a.m.ned Roundhead! You let him use you to cozen Walrond and the Windwards into defecting?”
Jeremy stifled a sob, then turned toward Joan, his blue eyes pleading.
”Would you tell Katherine I just wanted to stop the killing. None of us ever dreamed . . .”
”Jeremy.” Katherine was standing in the open doorway leading to the back. ”Is it really true, what you just said?”
He stared at her in disbelief, and his voice failed for a second. Then suddenly the words poured out. ”Katherine, you've got to get away.” He started to rush to her, but something in her eyes stopped him. ”Please listen. I think Powlett means to arrest you. I heard him talking about it. There's nothing we can do.”
”You and Anthony've got the Windwards.” She examined him with hard scorn. ”I fancy you can do whatever you choose. Doubtless he'll have himself appointed governor now, just as he's probably been wanting all along.”
”No! He never . . .” Jeremy's voice seemed to crack. Finally he continued, ”A man named Powlett, the vice admiral, is going to be the new governor. Morris is marching here from Oistins right now. I only slipped away to warn you.”
”I've been warned.” She was turning back toward the doorway. ”Goodbye, Jeremy. You always wanted to be somebody important here. Well, maybe you've managed it now. You've made your mark on our times. You gave the Americas back to England. Congratulations. Maybe Cromwell will declare himself king next and then grant you a knighthood.”
”Katherine, I don't want it.” He continued miserably. ”I'm so ashamed.
I only came to ask you to forgive me. And to warn you that you've got to get away.”
”I've heard that part already.” She glanced back. ”Now just leave.”
”But what'll you do?” Again he started to move toward her, then drew back.
”It's none of your affair.” She glared at him. ”The better question is what you and Anthony'll do now? After you've betrayed us all. I thought you had more honor. I thought Anthony had more honor.”
He stood for a moment, as though not comprehending what she had said.
Then he moved forward and confronted her. ”How can you talk of honor, in the same breath with Anthony! After what you did. Made a fool of him.”
”Jeremy, you have known me long enough to know I do what I please. It was time Anthony learned that too.”
”Well, he should have broken off the engagement weeks ago, that much I'll tell you. And he would have, save he thought you'd come to your senses. And start behaving honorably.” He glanced at Winston. ”I see he was wrong.”
”I did come to my senses, Jeremy. Just in time. I'll take Hugh's honor over Anthony's any day.” She turned and disappeared through the doorway.
Jeremy stared after her, then faced Winston. ”d.a.m.n you. You think I don't know anything. You're the . . .”
”I think you'd best be gone.” Winston rose slowly from his chair. ”Give my regards to Sir Anthony. Tell him I expect to see him in h.e.l.l. He pulled a musket ball from his pocket and tossed it to Jeremy. ”And give him that, as thanks from me for turning this island and my s.h.i.+p over to the Roundheads. The next one he gets won't be handed to him. . . .”
The doors of the tavern bulged open, and standing in the rain was an officer of the Commonwealth army. Behind him were three helmeted infantrymen holding flintlock muskets.
”Your servant, gentlemen.” The man glanced around the room and noticed Joan. ”And ladies. You've doubtless heard
your militia has agreed to lay down its arms, and that includes even those who'd cravenly hide in a brothel rather than serve. For your own safety we're here to collect all weapons, till order can be restored.
They'll be marked and returned to you in due time.” He motioned the three infantrymen behind him to close ranks at the door. ”We'll commence by taking down your names.”
In the silence that followed nothing could be heard but the howl of wind and rain against the shutters. Dark had begun to settle outside now, and the room itself was lighted only by a single flickering candle, in a holder on the back wall. The officer walked to where Joan was seated and doffed his hat. ”My name is Colonel Morris, madam. And you, I presume, are the . . .”