Annie was sixteen, and Betty five-and-twenty. The master and mistress were called up to London very suddenly and Mr. and Mrs. Hobson got drunk on the port. Cook locked herself in her garret. It was Betty’s birthday, and she said we should all walk to the shops for an outing. I had never been to the shops before.”
Oh, this was awful! He sat there like the Master at the workhouse, a figure of age and authority, listening to this silly story with no expression on his face. It
“Did ye never go abroad from the workhouse, Kitty?”
“No, never.”
“Surely ye had a day off sometimes at the St. Paul Deptford manor?”
“I had a half-day once a week, but never with one of the other girls, so I used to walk into the fields. I would rather have gone to the fields on Betty’s birthday, but she mocked me for a rustic because I had never been into a shop, so I went with them.”
“Were ye tempted in a shop? Is that it?”
“I suppose it must have been like that,” she said doubtfully. “Betty brought a bottle of gin with her and we drank it as we went along. I do not remember the shops, or going into them-just men shouting, the bailiffs locking us up.”
“What did ye steal?”
“Muslin in one shop, they said at the trial, and checkered linen in another. I do not know why we stole either- the dresses we wore were of the same sort of stuff. Four and sixpence the ten yards of muslin, the jury determined, though the shopkeeper kept roaring that it was worth three guineas. They did not charge us with the theft of the linen.”
“Were ye in the habit of drinking gin?”
“No, I had never tasted it before. Nor had Mary or Annie.” She shuddered. “I will never drink it again, that I know.”
“Did ye all get transported?”
“Yes, for seven years. We were all on Lady Juliana almost as soon as the assizes were over. I suppose the others are here somewhere. It is just that I was so seasick-everybody loses patience with me, so they did not wait. And it was dark in Surprize.”
He got up abruptly and walked around the table, put his hand on her shoulder and rubbed it. “ ’Tis all right, Kitty, we will not speak of it again. Ye’re a child, as only English parish charity can make a child out of a young woman.”
MacTavish bounced in, having breakfasted on two juicy young rats. Giving her a final pat, Richard did the same to the dog, and sat down again. “The time has come to grow up, Catherine Clark. Not to lose your innocence, but to preserve it. There are no manors or workhouses here, ye know that. Had ye stayed at Port Jackson ye would have gone to the women’s camp, but Norfolk Island’s commandant, Major Robert Ross, is not willing to segregate the women. He is right, it only leads to worse trouble. Each of ye who came on Surprize is to be taken in by a man having a hut or house, though some will go to homes like that of Mrs. Lucas to help with the chores and children, and some will go as servants and conveniences to the officers and enlisted marines, yet others to Sirius men.”
Her skin paled. “I am yours,” she said.
His smile was very reassuring. “I am no rapist, Kitty, nor do I intend to plague ye with hints or wooing. I will keep ye as my servant. As soon as maybe, I will build a room onto this house to give each of us a meed of privacy. All I ask in return is that ye do whatever work ye’re capable of. Yon structure I am building is a sty for the sow Major Ross will give me, and one of your responsibilities will be to look after the sow. As well as the house, the chickens when they come, and the vegetable garden. I have a man, John Lawrell, who looks after my grain and does the heavy work. The community will regard ye as mine, which is all the protection ye need.”
“Have I no choice?” she asked.
“If ye had, where would ye rather be?”
“I would be Stephen’s servant,” she said simply.
Neither face nor eyes changed, though she knew that something happened inside him. All he said was, tone ordinary, “That is not possible, Kitty. Do not dream of Stephen.”
The rest of the day passed with bewildering swiftness; Mrs. Lucas came to visit, puffing a little.
“I fall,” she announced, flopping into a chair, “as soon as my Nat hangs his trowsers on their peg. Two so far, and a third well on the way.”
“Are the two boys or girls?” Kitty asked, happier with this kind of conversation than the serious subjects Richard chose.
“Twin girls a year old-Mary and Sarah. I am carrying this one differently, so I expect it will be a boy.” She fanned herself with her homemade shady hat. “Richard says ye mentioned a young girl named Annie who is here somewhere, or about to be landed. I am of a mind to take her in as help if I can get to her first-if, that is, ye think she would be happier in the bosom of a family than with a man.”
“Of that I am sure, Mrs. Lucas. Annie is like me.”
The large brown eyes narrowed. So, Richard, that is how things stand, is it? Stephen said ye’d fallen head over ears, and today I thought to find ye happy at last. What woman would be fool enough to spurn a man like you? But here she is, not a woman at all-a silly girl and a virgin to boot. Ye’d think gaol and transportation would make them grow up in a hurry, but I have seen Kitty’s like before. Somehow they escape the taint, largely by being mice. In Port Jackson they are the first ones to die, but in Norfolk Island they live to learn what neither gaol nor transportation has managed to teach them: that the most a convict woman can hope for is a good, kind, decent man. Like my Nat. And like Richard Morgan.
Smothering these thoughts, Olivia Lucas proceeded to instruct Kitty in women’s matters and how she should conduct herself in this place of too many men.
The conversation broke up with the arrival of Stephen and Johnny Livingstone carrying a bed; Olivia squawked and hurried home, leaving the three men and Kitty to eat Sunday dinner, a makeshift affair of pooled resources- pease cooked with a little salt pork, a dish of rice and onions, corn bread and a dessert of bananas from Richard’s palms, several of which had the peculiar habit of bearing different-looking fruit early.
Kitty sat and listened to the men talk, realizing that in all her life she had not been exposed to masculine talk or the company of men. Half an hour of it humbled her; she knew so little! Well, to listen and remember was to learn, and she was determined to learn. They did not gossip in the manner of women, though they could laugh heartily over a story Johnny-how
Stephen, she noticed, was a toucher. If he passed by Richard or Johnny he would rest his hand on a shoulder or back, and once he jokingly rumpled Richard’s short hair in exactly the same way he rumpled MacTavish’s coat. But if he passed her by he was very careful to steer a wide berth around her chair, and never drew her into the conversation. Nor, for that matter, did the other two.
I think I am forgotten. Not one of them looks at me as I would have Stephen look at me, with fond love. If they do look at me, their eyes move immediately away. Why is that?
It was always Stephen who drove the talk, never allowing a silence to develop; Richard, she fancied, normally contributed more to the discussions than he did today. Today he spoke only when spoken to, and then sometimes absently. When they got up to move outside for an inspection of the pigsty, Kitty started clearing away the few dishes and tidying what she thought she would not get into trouble for moving. Only then did she understand that it was her presence had inhibited them, and that this was particularly true of Richard.
The Commandant’s insistence that we be taken in by men with a house or hut has spoiled Richard’s leisure- probably Stephen’s too, since they are such good friends. I do not matter. I am a nuisance. In future I must find excuses to leave them alone.
That night Richard had a bed to sleep in, constructed in the same way hers was, a wooden frame connecting a lattice of rope, but when he ordered her to bed shortly after dusk he took a candle to the table he used as a desk, propped a book on a lectern and started to read. Whatever crime he committed, she thought drowsily, he has been schooled and brought up as a gentleman. The master of the St. Paul Deptford manor did not own such fine
