All the Sweet Tomorrows

golden brown. Each lark had been stuffed with a mixture of chopped oranges and green grapes. There was also a fat capon that had been prepared with a rich brown sauce flavored with tarragon, and salad of young lettuce, radishes, black olives, and artichoke hearts dressed in olive oil and red wine vinegar, and a large bowl of saffroned rice. For desert clary leaves were dipped in cream, fried, and eaten with orange sauce. There was also a large bowl of fresh fruits. Throughout the meal the wine goblets were never empty.

They all ate heartily, Edmond remarking that despite his monster appetite he remained tiny, and teasing Skye by saying that no matter how Madame la Duchesse stuffed her pretty self she remained slender. He then noted that his new uncle was no mean trencherman.

Nicolas smiled, admitting it was the truth. 'I am the last of the St. Adrians,' he said honestly. 'My castle is tumbling down, and not only has my larder been bare, but my purse as well. Your simple meal, madame, is a feast to me. Beaumont de Jaspre is another feast of sorts.'

'Then that is why you came to us so quickly,' Skye said. 'We expected you later, and with a great retinue.'

Nicolas chuckled, a rich, warm sound that sent chills up and down her spine. 'Alas, madame, I have no retinue, for one must pay retainers, and there was no money. Even my peasants thought me a poor lord. They were forever scolding me about regaining the lost honor of the St. Adrians. I must go to court, they insisted, but how could I explain to them that at court one needs gold, that being Baron St. Adrian is not quite enough. They are such simple, good people. I hope that I will be allowed to siphon some of the bounty of Beaumont de Jaspre back to Poitou to rebuild St. Adrian. It will make a fine inheritance for a second son.'

“Then,' she said, 'you have decided to accept your half-brother's offer?'

'Yes, but under certain conditions of my own, madame. Firstly I will not war with France, to whom I am a sworn vassal.'

'You need not,' Skye said. 'Before we sent to St. Adrian for you, M'sieur le Baron, we also sent to the Pope that he might uphold your claim. Several days before you arrived my messengers returned bringing the Pope's approval of my husband's wishes. Another messenger was sent from the Pope to Paris. On the day of your investiture you will swear an allegiance to France, as have all Ducs de Beaumont de Jaspre before you. You will swear it before Queen Catherine's messenger, whom we have been detaining here since he arrived.' Her eyes twinkled at this last.

'Indeed, have you, madame?' His voice was amused. She was quite a woman to so daringly brave the wrath and might of France.

'Indeed, Nicolas, we have.' It was the first time she had used his name, and it sent a shiver through him that he well concealed.

'He has been housed most pleasantly,' Edmond remarked. 'He will have no cause for complaint with his mistress. We have even seen him supplied with the most attractive of maidservants.'

'Edmond, you haven't!' Skye was shocked. My God, what would Elizabeth Tudor think when she learned that Beaumont pimped for a French envoy!

'Cherie! Can you think of a better way to keep an imprisoned man content and good-natured? I certainly can't. Queen Catherine's messenger will have no reason to protest our treatment of him when he returns to Paris.'

'I suspect that the hospitality of Beaumont de Jaspre will be most lauded,' Nicolas laughed, and his green eyes were damp with his mirth.

'You are both impossible,' Skye scolded, but her blue eyes were dancing with merriment, and they both knew that she was not seriously angry.

'Have you any treaties that I should know about, madame?'

Skye looked to Edmond questioningly, and asked, 'Other than the treaty made with England, Edmond?' He shook his head.

'What treaty with England, madame?'

'My husband has a treaty with England allowing English ships to stop here to provision and water on their way to and from the Levant and Istanbul.' He raised an eyebrow, and she continued, 'France and England are not at war with each other, M'sieur le Baron. I believe that even now they court each other.'

'So that was why you were sent to my half-brother. Your Queen uses beautiful women in the same way that Queen Catherine does, like chess pieces upon the great board of power; and my pious brother was more than willing to accept England's beautiful pawn.' His voice was faintly scornful.

Skye's blue-green eyes grew stormy with outrage, and when she spoke her voice was cutting. 'Do you dare to judge me, M'sieur le Baron? What can you possibly know of the games of power, sitting in your tumble-down castle in the midst of the Poitou marshes? How easy it is to be righteous when you have nothing to lose! I, however, have learned that in order to survive one must play the game of life as those in power dictate.

'I have six living children, M'sieur le Baron. I have buried four husbands. I am wealthy in my own right beyond your wildest imaginings! I most certainly did not need your uncle! But wealth, M'sieur le Baron, cannot protect you from royalty. I needed an ally, and Elizabeth Tudor is the strongest ally available in my part of the world. Should I have put my faith in French or Spanish aid? Bah! The French and the Spanish aid the Irish and the Scots only for their nuisance value against the English. Then they depart, leaving us to face Tudor wrath-which usually involves the taking of our lands and our gold.

'I will not beggar my children for an ideal! Ideals cannot feed them, or clothe them, or protect them from wicked men. But I can, and I will! Now, M'sieur le Baron, I will bid you goodnight. It has been a long day for me.' Standing, she swept regally from the room, leaving both men somewhat shaken by the passion of her outburst.

Finally Nicolas St. Adrian spoke. 'She is magnificent!' he said softly, and his green eyes, still full of her, gleamed thoughtfully.

'She is like no other woman I have ever known,' Edmond de Beaumont responded honestly. 'She did not want to come to Beaumont de Jaspre. She had to leave her children behind, but her sense of duty, I sometimes think, is greater than a man's. She would not endanger the inheritance of her Burke son, and her Queen's price for protection of the boy's rights was this marriage, and so Skye came.'

'She had children by her other husbands?'

'By all of them,' Edmond answered. 'That is one reason why my uncle was so pleased to have her. She has borne seven children, but lost only one, and him to an epidemic when he was an infant.'

'What happened to her husbands?'

'The first died from injuries incurred in a fall,' Edmond said. 'The second and the last were murdered by women. And the third husband died in the same epidemic that killed their younger son. She did not wish to remarry. She said she felt she was ill luck to the men who loved her, and now she will lose my uncle, too.'

'Does she love your uncle?'

Edmond shook his head. 'There was no time for love to grow between them, but she is fond of him and will do her duty by him. Skye has been good for this family even in the short while she has been with us.'

For a while longer the two men sat in companionable silence, Nicolas absorbing the information Edmond had so freely given him. Finally he spoke. 'You need not be afraid that I will not take care of you and little Garnier after your uncle is gone,' he said. 'I will uphold all the duties of a good Duc de Beaumont de Jaspre.'

'I never doubted it,' Edmond replied, 'but your first duty is to marry, Nicolas.'

'What?!” Nicolas's voice was mock stem. 'Will you instruct your older uncle, little nephew?'

'We need another heir for safety's sake, Uncle,' the dwarf replied. 'I can hardly satisfy that need.'

'Why not? Dwarfs are born of normal parents. Why cannot normal children be born of a dwarf parent?'