All the Sweet Tomorrows

'A French court,' Willow scoffed scornfully.

'No!'

'Please, Mama! Soon I shall be too old to go! Please!'

Skye looked at the children all ranged in a row, and seemingly allied against her. Ewan, Murrough, Gwyneth, Joan, Willow, Robin, and Padraic. They all wanted to leave. Her hand flew to her mouth, and she cried, 'But I have had you such a short time!' Then toning from them, she ran from the hall.

Adam watched her go, his own eyes saddened, and then he said, 'Of course you must follow your own destinies, mes enfants. You are all quite old enough now, but it is hard for your mother to understand this. Leave her to me, and I will make it all right for everyone.'

Adam found her weeping piteously on their bed, and quietly gathered Skye into his arms. She sobbed for some minutes as he gently rocked her back and forth, and then gradually her sobs began to fade away. 'It will be dull without them, I know,' he said soothingly.

'I like dull,' she said. 'I have had enough adventure to last me three lifetimes, Adam! Why, when it is finally as I want it, does it have to change?'

'Because the years have flown, little girl, and they arc grown, or half grown. They are their mother's offspring, for they wish to strike out on their own, and why shouldn't they? I know that it is hard for a mother to admit that her sons are grown, but your O’Flahertys have become men, my darling.' He chuckled. 'If you had eyes in your head, Skye, you'd see at least three of their bastards on this estate. High time that they were married, I say!'

'But Willow…'

'Skye, all of your children but Willow spring from the loins of noblemen. Willow may be a great heiress, but she hasn't a great name. She needs to go to court if she is to find a suitable husband.'

'Willow's father was a Spanish nobleman,' Skye said hotly.

'His family neither knows of her existence, nor would they recognize her as a legitimate offspring if they did. You and Khalid el Bey were married under Muslim law, and in the eyes of the Christian world that makes Willow a bastard. Your good name, your wealth, and your power, along with Robbie's generosity to Willow have, however, protected her from that stigma. Nonetheless she must make the proper contacts for a suitable marriage, and as the Earl of Lynmouth's sister, she will have the opportunity at court. Unless, of course, you propose a French marriage for her. My nephew, Jean-Antoine St. Justine, is seeking an heiress. He would be very good to her.'

'And very French,' Skye responded. 'No, a Frenchman is not right for Willow. She is an Englishwoman to her toes, and she needs an English husband.'

“Then let her go to the Tudor court, Skye.'

'How strange this all is,' she said. 'We are not welcome there, but the Queen personally invites our children. I wonder at it, Adam.'

'You are too suspicious, little girl.'

'It never hurts to be too suspicious when dealing with the Tudors, mon mari,' Skye warned him.

'Perhaps this is the Queen's way of making friendly overtures and eventually forgiving us.'

'Why should she even be reminded of us?' Skye mused.

'Robin is with her,' Adam reasoned, 'and then, too, this business of a French marriage for her, and we are in France. It is logical.'

'It is odd,' she answered him. Then she sat up and pulled away from him. 'Let us go tell the children that they may go before I am accused of breaking their hearts; or worse, before I change my mind.'

Skye's two eldest sons, Ewan and Murrough O’Flaherty were married to Geoffrey Southwood's twin daughters on July 26th. Although the girls were not identical twins they chose to wear identical ice-blue satin gowns embroidered in silver thread and clear crystals. Their lovely hair was unbound and fell to their hips, and atop their heads they wore wreaths of white roses and fluffy baby's breath. The young Earl of Lynmouth proudly gave his half-sisters away in the church at Archambault, where the wedding was held. It was not a large wedding, the only guests being the family of the comte and comtesse along with Skye and Adam's family. Tables were spread out over the lawns for the feasting afterward, and following the dancing the young couples were put to bed with much teasing and hilarity. On the next morning two bloody sheets hung from the two nuptial chambers at the chateau, waving in the summer breeze as the two couples, accompanied by their brother, Robin, and their sister, Willow, rode off to Nantes to embark upon an O'Malley ship for Bideford, and Ireland.

Willow was torn between the wild excitement she felt over returning to England and joining the court, and leaving the security and love of her mother and stepfather. Skye hadn't stop lecturing her eldest daughter since the decision had been made to allow Willow to go.

'You must beware of the young men at court. Believe me, they will seek your virtue, and that virtue along with your fortune are the only assets you possess to obtain a titled husband.'

'Yes, Mama.'

'What you did in Paris last winter was very good, my darling. Never be alone with a young man lest you compromise your good name. Gossip can be such a vicious thing, Willow, and even if it is not true it raises an element of doubt.'

'Yes, Mama.'

'The Queen prefers her maidens to be virtuous, remember that.'

'Yes, Mama.'

'Do not lend money to anyone. People will quickly know that you are an heiress, and they will come begging. You cannot afford to lend to anyone lest you offend someone else. Say that you have a small allowance, and that barely enough to last until the next quarter. Dame Cecily will be in charge of your funds, Willow, and she will advance you nothing before you should have it, so be advised you must live within your income. I am sending you with more than enough clothes so what you will need monies for I know not. Still I would not have you penniless.'

'Yes, Mama.' Willow stifled a yawn. Her mother was being so tedious. She had said these things a hundred times over the last few weeks.

'You will listen to your brother.'

'Robin? He's three years younger than I am!' Willow looked outraged.

'Nonetheless he has spent a good deal of his life at the Tudor court. He knows its ways, and he knows the gossip. Pay heed to him, Willow, for he would not have you shamed.'

'Yes, Mama.'

'A final word about men, Willow.'

'Oh, Mama!'

'Do not Oh, Mama! me, miss! In this I have experience, and you would do well to listen to me. Men can be utterly charming creatures when they seek to gain their own way with a girl. When you are tempted to listen to some young gallant, Willow, ask yourself, If I give in to his pretty pleas will he still marry me? Is he in a position to marry me? If he is, why is he assaulting my virtue prior to our wedding night? Does he not respect the delicacies of my feelings enough to wait? You will find, Willow, that a decent young man will approach you through your brother, or Sir Robert, or the Queen. You do not have to settle for a relationship of stolen kisses in a dark corner.'

'What makes you trunk that I would, Mama?' Willow demanded.

'You are ever a practical little puss, my darling,' Skye said, 'but you lack experience. I only seek to share my experience with you so you will not be hurt.'

Willow flung herself at Skye, and hugged her hard. 'Oh, Mama! I shall make you so proud of me, I promise you! I shall only have the most noble of husbands, and I shall make the Queen relent and allow you and Adam to come home.'

Skye smiled through her tears, and kissed her daughter tenderly. 'I am going to miss you,' she said. 'Oh, how I am going to miss you!'

'Let us be off!' the Earl of Lynmouth fussed impatiently. 'She has either learned her lessons, Mother, or she has not. Willow has always been bright, and I do not expect her to be an embarrassment to us.'

Skye next advised her eldest son to attempt to remain neutral in the continuing fight between the English and