Robert Small knelt reverently and kissed the Queen’s hand.?”Madam,” he began, but his eyes filled with tears and he could not?go on.
“Why, sir. what honor you do me,” said Elizabeth kindly.
“All England thanks God for Your Majesty,” said Robert Small,?somewhat recovered.
“All England should thank God for stout seamen like yourself,?Sir Robert,” replied the Queen. “You are our future.” Elizabeth’s?gray-black eyes then flitted over Skye.
“Mistress Goya del Fuentes, Majesty,” said Geoffrey, from the?Queen’s left.
Skye’s curtsey was graceful.
“The lady from Algiers?”
“Yes, Majesty,” answered Skye, her eyes modestly lowered.
“I understand your late husband was a merchant prince there.”
“Yes, Majesty.” Skye looked up, gazing directly at the Queen.
“You and Sir Robert are business partners? A bit unusual for a?woman, is it not?” “As unusual as it is for a woman to be Queen in her own right,?Majesty. But I have never believed that being a woman meant one?lacked intelligence. Certainly Your Majesty has disproven that no-?tion.” The deep-blue eyes held the grayish black ones.
Elizabeth Tudor’s eyes narrowed a moment as she studied Skye.?Then she laughed. “You desire a charter of me,” she said. “We will?talk on it soon.” Turning to Southwood, she said girlishly, “My feet?itch, m’lord. Let us begin dancing.”
Dismissed, Skye swept the Queen another curtsey, and moved?away swiftly on the arms of her two gallants, her black skirts bil-?lowing.
“By God,” said de Grenville admiringly, “the Queen likes you.?She likes damn few women, Skye. What’s this about a charter?”
“Robbie and I have formed our own trading company, m’lord,?and Lord Southwood is aiding us in obtaining a royal charter.”
Damn the man! thought de Grenville. So that’s how he got to?her. I must think hard on this or I may yet lose my barge. He was?about to ask her to dance when Lord Southwood, having opened the?ball with the Queen, approached them and claimed her. Eyes sparkling, Skye gave him her hand, and they moved off into the figure? leaving Robert and de Grenville by the door.
“He seems quite taken with her, Robbie,” de Grenville murmured?pensively.
“Aye,” replied the captain, “and I’m afraid she with him.”
“Lord and Lady Burke,” intoned the majordomo.
“Who are they, Dickon?” asked Robbie.
“Southwood’s neighbors on the other side. He’s some Irish chief-?tain’s heir. I suppose Geoffrey felt bound to ask them.”
The Earl slid an arm tightly about her as they danced the intricate?figure. “If one more of those fops leers at you.” he muttered between?gritted teeth, “I shall resort to my sword.”
Her laughter bubbled up soft, warm, and rich. “La, Geoffrey,”?she teased, “surely you’re not jealous.”
“Yes, I’m jealous, and we’ll discuss it later, sweetheart, rest?assured.” Skye laughed, delighted.
She was having the most wonderful time of her life. The handsome?Earl was outrageously attentive, and there wasn’t a man here who?hadn’t complimented her. She danced every dance, ate supper sur-?rounded by half a dozen gentlemen besides de Grenville and Robbie,?and drank just enough sweet wine to add to her gaiety. At midnight?everyone unmasked to delighted shouts, though most had long ago?identified their friends beneath the ornate masks.
Across the ballroom, Niall Burke stared in rigid shock at the?beautiful woman in the magnificent diamonds and black velvet who?stood directly across the room from him, laughing up at the Earl of?Lynmouth. It couldn’t be! It simply could not be! Skye was dead!?They had all explained that she was dead, told him and told him?until he’d had no choice but to accept it.
“By God,” he heard the man next to him saying. “Southwood?was always a lucky devil. If Senora Goya del Fuentes isn’t already?his mistress then she soon will be, judging by the looks passing?between them.”
“She’s lived in the East,” another man chimed in, “and I imagine?she knows some of the things those harem girls know. God, I?wonder…”
“Don’t be a young fool, Hugh! Southwood has marked her for?himself as plainly as if he’d put a brand on her forehead. If he?catches you sniffing around her he’ll skewer you without a second?thought.”
The two men moved away, leaving Niall Burke to his whirling?thoughts. How could two women look so alike? Somehow he must?meet this Senora Goya del Fuentes, but who did he know who could?introduce mem?
“Will you dance with me, Niall?”
“What? Constanzita, love-what is it?”
Constanza laughed, shaking her dark gold curls. “How can any-?one daydream in the midst of all this revelry?” she asked.
“I’m sorry, my dear. I was admiring the lady across the room in?the black velvet costume. She looks quite familiar.”
“Senora Goya del Fuentes? Perhaps you do know her. Though?her husband was a Spaniard, she is Irish.”
He thought he might be sick, but he gripped his emotions. “How?do you know that, Constanza?”
“She owns Greenwood, the house on the other side of this one,?the last one in the row. Our bargeman and hers are brothers. The?maids and the bargemen gossip, and I hear things from my tiring?woman. They say the Earl is mad for her.”
“A lady does not listen to servant’s gossip,” he cut her off curtly.?”I wish to go home now.”
She was hurt, and protested, “But it’s just after midnight. Even?the Queen is still here. It would be rude to leave before the Queen?herself leaves.”
“I am not well, Constanza,” he said sharply, “and I wish to leave.”
Instantly contrite, she reached up to feel his forehead. “You do?feel warm, my love. We will make our apologies to Lord South wood,?but say that I am ill. He will understand that better.”
They moved across the room and approached the Earl of Lyn-?mouth, who was gazing down at Skye, his white velvet-clad arm?around her midnight velvet shoulders. They made an extraordinarily?handsome couple. Southwood smiled as they approached.
“My lord Burke, I hope you and your lovely lady are enjoying?yourselves.” Geoffrey smiled graciously. “Allow me to present our?new neighbor, Senora Goya del Fuentes. Skye. Sweetheart, Lord?and Lady Burke own the house on the other side of me.”
“Also built by your grandfather for a
The Earl laughed. He was so intent on Skye that he did not notice?Niall Burke’s stunned look.
“Lord and Lady Burke. I am delighted to meet you,” she looked?straight at Niall without a flicker of recognition. Her voice reflected?only politeness. Niall Burke thought he was surely going mad. Mas-?tering his fear and anguish, he said, “You’ll forgive us, my lord,?if we leave early. Constanza complains of one of her violent head-?aches.”
“I am sorry,” replied the Earl, immediately sympathetic.
“Have you tried infusing witchhazel bark in warm water, then soaking a soft linen cloth in it and putting it on your forehead, Lady?Burke?”
“Why thank you, Senora Goya del Fuentes, I have not heard of?that but I shall try it.” murmured Constanza. Feeling Niall’s grip on?her arm becoming insistent, she curtseyed and turned away.
“What a strange man,” said Skye. watching the Burkes’ retreating?backs. “He stared so intently at me.”
Geoffrey laughed. “I wonder why. Could it be because you’re?the most beautiful woman here?” He lowered his voice. “Sweetheart,?you know what I want to say to you.”
“Yes,” she replied softly, her cheeks growing hot.
“If I come to you tonight, my darling…”
“I know I’m behaving like a damned coy maid,” she answered?him, “but no man had ever loved me but my dearest lord. I don’t?know if I could let you, Geoffrey. I want you, but I’m afraid. Can?you understand?”
“When the Queen leaves,” he said quietly, “go home and wait?for me. We will talk, Skye. I love you, and what is between us must?be resolved. You feel that, too, don’t you?”
