501 Happy at the Thought of Running Away with Mack. She Imagined Them Riding Through the Wooded Country Side by Side and Sleeping Together in a Blanket
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501 happy at the thought of running away with Mack. She imagined them riding through the wooded country side by side and sleeping together in a blanket . under the trees. Then she thought of the hazards. They would have to kill their food day by day; build a house; plant corn; doctor their horses. The Indians might be hostile. There could be desperadoes roaming the territory. What if they got snowed in? They could starve to death! Glancing out of her bedroom window she saw the buggy from MacLaine's tavern in Fredericksburg. There was luggage on the back and a single figure in the passenger seat. The driver, an old drunk called Simmins, had obviously come to the wrong plantation. She went down to redirect him. But when she stepped out on to the porch she recognised the passenger. It was Jay's mother, Alicia. She was wearing black. "Lady Jamisson!" Lizzie said in horror. "You should be in London!" "Hello, Lizzie," said her mother-in-law. "Sir George is dead." • "Heart failure," she said a few minutes later, sitting in the drawing-room with a cup of tea. "He collapsed at his place of business. They brought him to Grosvenor Square but he died on the way." There was no sob in her voice, no hint of tears in her eyes, as she spoke of the death of her husband. Lizzie remembered the young Alicia as pretty, rather than beautiful, and 502 now there was little remaining of her youthful allure. She was just a middle- aged woman who had come to the end of a disappointing marriage. Lizzie pitied her. I'll never be like her. she vowed. "Do you miss him?" she said hesitantly. Alicia gave her a sharp look. "I married wealth and position. and that's what I got. Olive was the only woman he loved, and he never let me forget it. I don't ask for sympathy! I brought it on myself, and so I bore it for twenty- four years. But don't ask me to mourn him. All I feel is a sense of release." "That's dreadful." Lizzie whispered. Such a fate had been on the cards for her, she thought with a shiver of dread. But she was not going to accept \-\ () '1-! e_ ..J e.. ..r- ~ it. She was going to escape. -Btrt'she would have to be wary of Alicia. "Where's Jay?" said Alicia. "He's gone to Williamsburg to try to borrow money." "The plantation hasn't prospered. then." "Our tobacco crop was condemned." The shadow of sadness crossed Alicia's face. Lizzie realised that Jay was a disappointment to his mother. just as he was to his wife--though Alicia would never admit it. "I suppose you're wondering what's in Sir George's will," Alicia said. The will had not crossed Lizzie's mind. "Did he have much to bequeath? I thought the business was in trouble." "It was saved by the coal from High Glen. He died a very rich man." 503 Lizzie wondered whether he had left anything to Alicia. If not she might expect to live with her son and daughter-in-law. "Did Sir George provide for you?" "Oh, yes--my portion was settled before we married, I'm happy to say." "And Robert has inherited everything else?" "That's what we all expected. But my husband left a quarter of his wealth to be divided among any legitimate grandchildren alive within a year of his death. So your little baby is rich. When am going to see him, or her? Which did you have?" Alicia had obviously left London before Jay's letter arrived. "A little girl." Lizzie said. "How nice. She's going to be a rich woman." "She was born dead." Alicia offered no sympathy. "Hell," she swore. "You must be sure to have another, quickly." • Mack had loaded the wagon with seed, tools, rope, nails, cornmeal and salt. He had opened the gun room with Lizzie's key and taken all the rifles and ammunition. He had also loaded a ploughshare. When they reached their destination he would convert the wagon into a plough. He would put four mares in the traces, he decided, and take two stallions in addition, so that they could breed. Jay Jamisson would be furious 504 at the theft of his precious horses: he would mind that more than the loss of 1'1\<A.d.(._ Lizzie, Jay felt sure. While he was roping down the supplies Lizzie came out. "Who's your Visitor?" he asked her. "Jay's mother. Alicia." "Good God! I didn't know she was coming." "Nor did I." Mack frowned. Alicia was no threat to his plans but her husband might be. "Is Sir George coming?" "He's dead." That was a relief. "Praise be. The world is well rid of him." "Can we still leave?" "I don't see why not. Alicia can't stop us." "What if she goes to the sheriff and says we've run away and stolen all this?" She indicated the pile of supplies on the wagon. "Remember our story. You're going to Visit a cousin who has just started to farm in North Carolina. You're taking gifts." "Even though we're bankrupt." "Virginians are famous for being generous when they can't afford it." Lizzie nodded. "I'll make sure Colonel Thumson and Suzy Delahaye hear of my plans." "Tell them that your mother-in-law disapproves and she may try to 505 make trouble for you." "Good idea. The sheriff won't want to get involved in a family quarrel." rw~ul. She ll~sl-tated. The look on her face made his heart race. Hesitantly she said: "When ... when shall we leave?" He smiled. "Before first light. I'll have the wagon taken down to the quarters tonight, so that we won't make much noise as we go. By the time Alicia wakes up we'll be gone." She squeezed his arm quickly then hurried back into the house . • Mack came to Lizzie's bed that night. She was lying awake, full of fear and excitement, thinking of the adventure that would begin in the morning, when he came silently into the room. He kissed her lips, threw off his clothes, and slipped into bed beside her. They made love, then lay talking in low voices about tomorrow, then made love again. As dawn approached Mack drifted into a doze, but Lizzie stayed awake, looking at his features in the firelight, thinking of the journey in space and time that had brought them from High Glen all the way to this bed. Soon he stirred. They kissed again, a long, contented kiss, then they got up. Mack went to the stables while Lizzie got ready. Her heart raced as she 506 dressed. She pinned her hair up and put on breeches, riding boots, a shirt and a waistcoat. She packed a dress she could quickly slip on if she needed to revert to being a wealthy woman. She was frightened of the journey they were about to take, but she had no qualms about Mack. She felt so close to him that she would trust him with her life. When he came for her she was sitting at the window in her coat and three-cornered hat. He smiled to see her in her favourite clothes. They held hands and tiptoed down the stairs and out of the house. The wagon was waiting down by the road, out of sight. Peg was already sitting on the seat, wrapped in a blanket. Jimmy, the stable boy, had put four horses in harness and roped two more to the back. All the slaves were there to say goodbye. Lizzie kissed Mildred and Sarah, and Mack shook hands with Kobe and Cass. Bess, the field hand who had been injured on the night Lizzie lost her baby, threw her arms around Lizzie and sobbed. They all stood silent in the starlight and watched as Mack and Lizzie climbed on the wagon. Mack cracked the reins and said: "Hup! Walk on!" The horses took the strain, the wagon jerked and they moved off. At the road Mack turned the horses in the direction of Fredericksburg. Lizzie looked back. The field hands were standing in complete silence, waving. A moment later they were gone from sight. Lizzie looked ahead. In the distance, dawn was breaking. 507 36 Matthew Murchman was out of town when Jay and Lennox reached Williamsburg. He might be back tomorrow, his servant said. Jay scribbled a note saying he needed to borrow more money and he would like to see the lawyer at his earliest convenience. He left the office in a bad temper. His affairs were in a complete mess and he was impatient to do something about it. Next day. forced to kill time. he went along to the red-and-grey-brick Capitol building. Dissolved by the Governor last year. the assembly had reconvened after an election. The Hall of Burgesses was a modest. dark room with rows of benches on either side and a kind of sentry box for the Speaker in the middle. Jay and a handful of other observers stood at the back. behind a rail. He swiftly realised that the colony's politics were in turmoil. Virginia, the oldest English settlement on the continent. seemed ready to defy its rightful king. The burgesses were discussing the latest threat from Westminster: the British parliament was claiming that anyone accused of treason could be forced to return to London to stand trial, under a statute that dated back to Henry VIII.