The Witch From The Sea Part 2

"I am sure I shall agree with you when I have used it," I said.

"Ah, but we shall have to come to an agreement earlier than that. I wish to sleep in this bed tonight."

"As I shall be sleeping there that is out of the question."

"It is not an impossibility," he said insolently.

I flushed and my mother said: "I must ask you, sir, to leave us. If you continue to insult us my husband will hear of this."

"Pray who is the gentleman? Our host has been most remiss in making introductions."

"He is Captain Jake Pennlyon," said my mother firmly, "and he is a man who will not allow his wife and daughter to be insulted."

"His repute has reached my ears. Who could be ignorant of his existence? Ha, here is Nessie. It takes you a long time to come, my girl. Did you not hear my arrival?"

Nessie bobbed a curtsy. She was a plump, pretty girl with rosy cheeks and abundant fair curly hair; her gown was low cut and the thought occurred to me that she knew this man very well. He caught her by the ear and pinched it. She gave a little yell and put up her hands to his. He laughed and let his hand drop to her breast which he patted caressingly as he said: "Now, Nessie, clear the room. This baggage comes out and mine goes in."

"I will not allow this," cried my mother.

"My dear lady," he said, "how will you prevent it?"

"I wish to see the landlord immediately."

"Come," I said to my mother, "we will go to him now. Come, Jennet," I said.

She left our bags where they were and followed us.

The landlord was in the hall; he was visibly trembling.

"This is a fine way to treat your guests," began my mother.

"My lady, it is no fault of mine. I did not know he would be here this night. It is only last week that he came. He does not usually come so often. I have a very nice room ..."

"No," said my mother, but she was very uneasy. Outside it was dark. If we left the inn where could we go? There would not be another for some miles. The horses were tired. We would have to stay; and yet she was in revolt against the arrogant churlish behaviour of this man.

"My lady," said the innkeeper. "You do not know Squire Colum Casvellyn."

"If that is the name of that oaf I do not wish to."

"Ah, my lady, we cannot always help these things. I can prepare a good room for you. It is not our best room but it is a good room and there you can spend the night in peace."

"You have forgotten that you gave us the Oak Room."

"I do not forget, Madam, but Squire Casvellyn can make great trouble. He is a man who must be obeyed. I could not say what would happen to us all if I refused to allow him to have the Oak Room."

"I will speak of this with my daughter," said my mother.

He nodded. We went into the inn parlour which mercifully was deserted. Jennet followed us and sat some little distance away. My mother said impatiently: "Take that look off your face, Jennet. That braggart wouldn't look your way. You're an old woman now."

Jennet simpered. I was always amazed by her imperturbability. My mother once told me that she had always been like that. No matter what had happened in the past; when she had been the victim of men's l.u.s.t, as she had frequently, she had accepted her fate without a qualm, although, as my mother said, she would never have been an unwilling victim in those circ.u.mstances.

"The wisest thing to do would be to take the smaller room," said my mother. "I wish your father were here."

"Then there would be a fight. I should not like that."

"Your father would make short work of him."

I was not so sure. I saw in this man something akin to my father and he was many years younger.

"But my father is not here. How I hate giving way to him!"

"I also. But what would happen if we refused to leave that room? He would be there too. He might throw us out. What sort of night should we have then? No, 'tis better to accept the other room and behave with dignity. But when your father hears of this he will not allow it to pa.s.s."

I could see that she was right. We were not in a position to fight against him, and his remark that he might share the room with us had upset me.

"Let us then tell the landlord to give us his next best room. We deplore the ill manners of his guest but as he will do nothing about it we must needs accept this insult."

My mother sent Jennet for the landlord. He came, his hands under his ap.r.o.n trembling, I'm sure. I felt sorry for the man.

"We have decided we can do nothing but accept your offer of another room."

Relief flooded the poor man's face. "You are wise, Madam," he said. "I promise you that everything shall be done ..."

"I can see," said my mother, "that this is no fault of yours. Tell me who is this man who strikes such terror into you and your servants?"

"He is the lord of Castle Paling-a man greatly feared in these parts. He is the lord of the neighbourhood. It has always been so with the Casvellyns. They own much of the land hereabouts. He could turn us out of our homes if we displeased him. He would have no mercy. His father was lord of us all but he was but a shadow of his son."

"You live in terror of him?"

"He does not come this way so often. That is why since he was here last week I did not think he would come again. He pays well for his lodging here. He is not one to stint. There is grandeur at Castle Paling I have heard. My daughter once went there."

"Your daughter ... Nessie," I said sharply.

The landlord looked embarra.s.sed and the thought came into my head that the landlord's daughter would doubtless sleep in the bed which had been taken from us.

"Yes, he ... noticed her. He is good to people who please him."

I felt disgusted. "Let us be shown the humbler room," I said, and to my mother: "It is unimportant. Tomorrow we shall be on our way."

"I am grateful, ladies, for your good consideration. Believe me, I am deeply grieved that this should have happened."

"Think no more of it," my mother told him. "Let our bags be taken to another room."

"It shall be done while you eat," said the landlord, fast regaining his equilibrium. "I trust the flavour of the sucking-pig-which I know will be the tenderest you have ever partaken of-will make up for this unfortunate upset."

Fresh rushes had been laid in the dining-room and the smell of the herbs was clean and fresh. I was hungry and the sucking-pig which was already on the table looked as succulent and appetising as could be wished. There was a great pie and several tarts besides roast beef and mutton, wild fowl and spiced tarts, marchpane and gingerbread. No wonder the host was proud of his table.

We were sampling the sucking-pig when Colum Casvellyn entered the dining-room. I kept my eyes averted and my mother and I talked of the journey we had had as though he were not there.

He was not the sort to allow himself to be ignored.

He demanded the host's attention; he would have the prime cut of the beef and the largest of the pies. Nessie waited on him, ignoring everyone else to obey his command immediately.

"It has been a fine day," he said, addressing me.

"It has," I agreed.

"You have come far?"

"A day's ride."

"How long is that?"

"It would depend on the riders, I doubt not."

"I was referring to these riders." He nodded towards my mother and me.

"We left Plymouth two days since."

"Plymouth. But of course. Captain Jake Pennlyon! One of the nation's heroes."

"I doubt not you were at sea with the fleet, sir."

"Aye," he said. "And gave a good account of myself."

"I doubt not that either," I said. "Mother, have you finished?"

She said she had.

"Then," I said, "let us go to see how this room in which we are to spend the night compares with the one this gentleman has taken from us."

He laughed loudly.

We rose but unfortunately we had to pa.s.s close to him on our way out and as we did so, he caught at my gown so that I was pulled up short.

I looked down with disgust at his fingers which held my skirt but had no alternative but to meet his gaze. He was looking straight up at me; with mischief in his bright dark eyes-and more. He disturbed me; I tried to tweak my dress out of his fingers but he held on firmly.

"Sir?" I said with fury and indignation.

My mother was pulling at my arm, not aware that he was holding me.

I said: "You will take your hands from my gown."

"I but wish to be civil," he said.

"Civil! I do not understand your manner," I retorted.

My mother was getting very angry. "How dare you lay hands on my daughter," she said. "If you do not ..."

He waited for her to go on, his brow slightly c.o.c.ked, the insolent smile on his lips. He wanted to hear what she would do, knowing full well it could amount to nothing. He was the master here. The landlord lived in terror of him. What could two helpless females do against such a man?

He said: "I was about to say, Madam, that I have no wish that you should think hardly of me. Therefore I shall tell the landlord that I shall occupy the inferior room for I shall give up the Oak Room to you ladies."

We were silent, completely taken off our guard.

My mother recovered herself first. She said coldly: "There is no need. We are quite prepared to take the other room."

He was vehement. He had released my skirt and rapped his fist on the table. "You shall have the Oak Room. I will sleep happily in the inferior one. Nessie, call your father. At once, girl. Don't stand there gaping."

As we were about to leave the room the landlord appeared. "These ladies are to have the Oak Room," roared Colum Casvellyn. "Take their baggage and put it back. I relinquish it. Now, Nessie, fill my goblet."

My mother said to the landlord, "This is a ridiculous matter and I would see an end of it. We will not go back to the Oak Room. We shall leave it for that ... that ... ill-mannered oaf ..."

The landlord shook his head, beginning to tremble. "He has said it shall be, my lady, and so it must."

He looked so terrified that my mother shrugged her shoulders. Our bags were brought back to the Oak Room, Jennet unpacked and we decided we would settle down for the night.

My mother locked the door. With such people in the inn one could never be sure, she said.

It was a long time before I could sleep although the bed was comfortable. I kept thinking of Colum Casvellyn and imagining his being in this bed with Nessie, for I was sure the girl was spending the night with him. I felt excited in a rather unpleasant way; something had been aroused in me of which until this time I had been unaware.

My mother was wide awake too. We talked a little and then were silent and finally she did sleep. Jennet on her pallet was asleep, breathing with the deepness of complete and undisturbed repose. I tried not to toss and turn for fear of disturbing my mother and lay rather stiffly and uncomfortably.

As I lay there I heard a faint thud on the window pane. At first I thought I had imagined it and lay still, listening. It came again. Swiftly and silently I got out of bed and went to the window. I pushed it open and looked out. The half moon threw a white light on the trees and hedges. It was beautiful out there and the air was mild and sweet-smelling. Then I saw the shadow emerge from among the trees and he was standing there, legs apart, looking up at the window.

I drew back; I heard him laugh. He put his hand to his lips, kissed it and threw the hand towards me. I was so astonished that for a few seconds I just stood there looking at him. He threw out his arms as though inviting me to come down.

I shut the window hurriedly and went back to bed. I lay there trembling a little, terrified that I would awaken my mother. I kept my eye on the window, half expecting to see him appear there. I lay listening for a sound at the door.

Nothing happened.

It was a long time before I slept and then I was disturbed by vague shapeless dreams, but he was there dominating them.

Before it was light we were awake. The landlord gave us a hot breakfast and we left soon after dawn, before the inn was fully astir.

I was glad to get away but I knew I should remember Colum Casvellyn with a kind of fascinated horror for a long time to come.

That day we came to Trystan Priory. It was a lovely house some five miles inland. My father had not yet arrived and we were warmly welcomed by Fennimore and his parents. The house had been recently built on the site of an old Priory which had been demolished during the dissolution of the monasteries in the reign of the Queen's father. There was a little of the old Priory left and Fennimore during that day and the next while we awaited the arrival of my father took great pleasure in pointing these remains out to us.

His parents were charming. His father was a sea captain, and that gave us much in common, and I liked Fennimore as well in his own home as I had in my own. I liked his quiet earnestness, his purposefulness; against my will I found myself comparing him with the man whom we had met at the inn. There was one who would take what he wanted; so was Fennimore in a way; but how different his methods would be. I fancied Fennimore would be one always to consider other people. I was looking forward to my father's arrival and hoped that he would come to some agreement with the Landors.

There were a large number of rooms in the west wing, for the house like so many was built in the shape of a letter E; and my mother and I were given rooms side by side and there was a small one for Jennet close by. Our grooms were accommodated near the stables with those of the household; and I was immediately struck by the absolute peace of the place. That night I slept soundly; no doubt because of the previous disturbed night, and I found the atmosphere of Trystan Priory decidedly pleasant.

My mother liked our host and hostess very much and there seemed to be a tacit agreement that Fennimore should look after me.

That first morning he said he would first show me the house and as after three days' riding I must be in need of a rest from the saddle he would take me for a walk round the estate so that I could really become acquainted with the place.

The great staircase which led up from the hall to the gallery was very fine indeed, with exquisitely carved banisters; in the gallery were the portraits. I paused before that of Fennimore. He looked out from the canvas with unruffled gaze on the world; it was the look of a man who would know exactly what he wanted.