Adam agreed. 'Aye, my love. If Conn feels his goal is not yet attained he will continue to be on his best behavior. It would not do,' he finished with meaning, 'for Conn to feel free of all restraints.'
'Yes,' Lord Burghley replied. 'Her Majesty should be most displeased should the young O'Malley divert his attentions from her to say, ah, the Countess of Essex.'
'Is there anything you don't see, my lord?' Skye said, amused.
Again the dry chuckle. 'Very little, madam, very little indeed.' He took her hand and raised it to his lips. 'I would be pleased, madam, if when we return to the revels you would honor me with your first dance.'
'Honor you, my lord? I think it is you who honor me,' Skye said.
Lord Burghley smiled his sour smile. 'You O'Malleys have charm, madam. I am frankly relieved to find you safely within the keeping of a loyal Englishman again. We shall have to see what we can do to win over your young brother. I tremble to think of any of you loose upon England again.'
“There was a day not long ago, my lord, when you had cause to tremble,' Skye rejoined. 'I shall keep the peace if England does. The treachery has never been on my part, and well you know it.'
'Come, madam,' William Cecil said, pretending to ignore her words. 'Both the night and I grow older by the minute.'
Then the Queen's Secretary of State led Skye back into the paneled chamber where the musicians were playing a sprightly tune. The Queen was still favoring young Conn, and he partnered her with grace and charming devotion; but everyone's attention was diverted from Elizabeth Tudor and her latest swain by the sight of William Cecil dancing gaily with the beautiful Lady de Marisco. It was very rare that the Queen's loyal and dour servant was seen to dance, and no one in the room that night could remember him ever dancing with anyone other than his wife or the Queen.
'I think you have made me the envy of all in the room, my lord Burghley,' Skye laughed.
'Nonsense,' Cecil chuckled. 'It is I who am to be envied, madam.'
'You have caused an outrageous amount of gossip by your behavior, my lord,' Skye teased him. 'They will spend days trying to decide why you have danced with me when everyone knows your habit is not to dance.'
'Yes,' Lord Burghley murmured, 'they will wonder, won't they?'
'Why, you have done it on purpose,' Skye said, delighted by his unlikely attitude.
'Yes, madam, I have. It is better that none, even yourself, madam, be too sure of William Cecil.'
'You have one constant, my lord, that all may be sure of.'
'Indeed, madam, and what is that?' He cocked an eyebrow at her.
'Your loyalty to the Queen, my lord. That will never change.'
Cecil nodded. 'You are right, Skye O'Malley. My loyalty to Elizabeth Tudor will never change, nor will it cease, and now, madam, I will return you to your devoted lord. I thank you for the dance. It has been a long time since I allowed myself such a frivolity.'
With a gallant bow he handed her over to her husband, and Skye watched as he moved off back to the Queen's side. Adam smiled down on her from his great height. 'You will be both envied and feared by almost everyone in this room for the rest of your stay at court,' he noted.
She smiled back at him. 'There are few here I should care to call friends.'
“Then I know it will not displease you that we are not to follow the court now that we are back in England.'
'No, it does not displease me. I would like at least one of my children to have a secure home with both parents.' She sighed. 'Home. I wonder what it will be like, Adam. Is the midsection of England beautiful, or is the Queen punishing us?'
'I have only been in the Midlands once, Skye, but it is a fair green land of well-watered valleys and rolling hills. It is, I think, probably the most peaceful place in England. I suspect the Queen has been kind in her way.'
Skye remembered his words some three weeks later as they sat astride their horses looking down upon their new home. It was a cold, clear day in the middle of January. The sky was smooth and bright blue, the sun sharp and yellow. The land lay brown and quiet in the sparse and frugal warmth of midday. Above them a small flock of pigeons whirled softly.
Queen's Malvern was set like a small, perfect jewel in a little valley that nesded in the Malvern Hills between the Severn and the Wye rivers. The house, built in the shape of an E, had been constructed a hundred years earlier, during the reign of Edward IV, and his wife, Elizabeth Woodville. It had been Edward's gift to his wife, hence its name, Queen's Malvern. Throughout all its years, it had remained a royal property. Now it belonged temporarily to the de Marisco family, a gift from Elizabeth Tudor.
Built of mellowed pink brick, some of its walls ivy covered, it sat silently awaiting its new owners. As they rode down the hill to the house Skye felt that the building had an almost expectant air about it, and she thought to herself: We are alike this house and I. We both need each other. It suddenly came to her that no family had ever really inhabited the place. It had always been a royal residence, to be visited during a progress if its owners happened to be in the neighborhood. Still, as they approached it she could see with her critical eye that the house appeared to be in good repair. The diamond-paned windows were dirty, but unbroken.
As they reached the main entrance of the building it opened and a small man emerged. 'Be ye Lord de Marisco?' he asked politely.
'I am Adam de Marisco,' came the reply.
'I’m Peter, the bailiff, m'lord. Welcome to Queen's Malvern. Ye'll find the house in good condition, but there ain't much in the way of furnishings, being the royalty always carried their things with them. There's a good cabinetmaker in the village, should ye need him.'
Their horses had come to a halt, and Adam said, 'We left our family and things in Worcester while we came on to see the house, Peter. Though we have much, I am sure my wife will make use of the cabinetmaker.'
Peter bobbed his head in acknowledgment of Adam's words. 'Then I'll be on my way home, m'lord. The wife and I occupy a little house on the edge of the property. If you need anything we'll be there.'
'We will need servants,' Skye spoke. 'Tell the village that anyone wishing to enter service should come tomorrow morning.'
'Aye, m'lady! There's many that'll be happy to hear that news.' He bobbed his head again, and then shuffled off out of sight around the side of the house.
Adam dismounted his horse and tied it to a nearby bush. He then helped Skye to dismount and secured her mount, too. For several long minutes they stood looking at the house, and about them, each caught up in their private thoughts. As much as he had loved Lundy, Adam had to admit to himself that this beautiful estate was a better and more fitting place for his wife and child. He felt a great contentment as he looked about him.
Skye gazed at the house and thought: This is the first home that belongs to Adam and me. Lundy and Belle Fleur are his, Greenwood mine, Lynmouth Robin's; but this is ours, and I am at last free of all my responsibilities to the O'Malleys. She smiled thinking about how the Queen had made a decision for her that Skye hadn't thought she would be able to make herself. Before they had left London Elizabeth Tudor had suggested to Skye that she appoint her full brother, Michael O'Malley, to the office of the O'Malley, head of the clan.
'But he's a priest,' Skye had protested. 'I often think that one of the reasons he became a priest was to avoid being the O'Malley.'
“That was when he was a boy,' the Queen replied. 'I understand from the Spanish ambassador that the Pope intends to appoint your brother to the bishopric held by that old reprobate, your late uncle. The Church doesn't appoint men who avoid responsibility to high places, madam. If the Pope thinks highly of your brother you can think no less. None of your other brothers will ever be fit to hold the office, I suspect from what Master Conn has told me. Let the priest run the family, and pass on the office to one of his nephews eventually. He'll not necessarily pick the eldest, and they'll all have to scramble to gain his approval.'
'I had thought that perhaps Conn would suit,' Skye mused.
'Hah!' The Queen's bright eyes snapped with amusement. 'Conn O'Malley is an ambitious man, madam. He seeks to make his fortune here in England. I will shortly appoint him to my Gentlemen Pensioners. There is always room for another handsome young man.'
Skye was astounded.
