The Duchess

the house should anyone be watching. It should look as if you are being taken away.'

'I understand,' Anne-Marie said.

The duke and his party led the comtesse and her little family from their home, pushing them into the cart. Eunice and Caroline joined them, Caroline sitting next to her newly found cousin so they might speak. The duke and Lord Walworth climbed up upon the wagon seat, and chucking the reins, moved the horse into motion. The others walked next to the cart as it rumbled along. Here and there they passed peasants in the fields, preparing the soil for the new growing season.

'Vive la revolution!' they shouted, and the peasants in the fields responded in kind, 'Vive la revolution!' but then they looked away, recognizing the Comtesse d'Aumont and her children, realizing what surely was happening to them, and feeling guilty at their own helplessness.

They traveled slowly over the rutted dirt road. The day which had begun gray turned grayer. A cold rain began to fall, turning the dusty track into a muddy trail. They had brought some bread and cheese from the yacht, and finally they stopped in the shelter of a hillside to rest the poor horse and feed the children who were chilled, and despite their mother's explanation, not just a little frightened. In the first hour of their travel Caroline explained the relationship between them to the countess.

'I knew my father had two brothers,' Anne-Marie said, 'but other than that, I knew little. Only my Uncle Frederick wrote regularly.'

'Do you speak English at all?' Caroline asked her cousin.

'I fear not,' came the reply.

'You will learn, and the children, too,' Caroline said. 'I do not know about your rather fierce Therese though.'

'Her family has been with the d'Aumonts for centuries,' the countess said. 'When the revolution began her daughter ran off with a soldier, but her granddaughter, Celine, remained.'

In late afternoon as they neared the coast they met a small troop of soldiers who came cantering toward them.

'Sing!' Allegra said to her companions. 'Allons, enfants de la patrie, le jour de gloire est arrive!' She waved merrily to the horsemen. 'Vive la revolution, citizens!'

The cavalrymen waved back, continuing on their way. The road ahead of them was empty. No one wanted to be out unless they had to be on such an afternoon. A wind began to blow, and they could smell the sea as they drew near to it. Finally they reached the place where Captain Grant said they must leave the horse and cart. It was about a half a mile from the beach. The passengers were helped from the cart, the horse unharnessed and tied beneath a shed roof.

'We walk from here,' the duke told them, and they followed. As they reached a crossroad they heard the sounds of hooves in the distance. 'Into the ditch,' the duke said urgently, and they tumbled into the dirt, ducking down so they could not been seen.

A party of cloaked men galloped by, taking the road to Harfleur. As soon as they were out of sight the duke signaled with his hand that they could be on their way again. They climbed, wet and shivering from the ditch, and hurried off toward the beach. Gaining the hilltop they struggled down the bluff, the sandy path giving way beneath their feet so that they half fell as they climbed down. Below they could see their boat, but the tide was coming in, and while it had been on the sand this morning, it was now beginning to bob gently in the incoming tide.

The Earl of Aston practically threw himself down the rest of the hill, and picking himself up, ran across the beach to catch at the boat and prevent it from floating away. His companions hurried after him. They helped the countess, her children, and her servants into the boat. Caroline and Eunice squeezed in along with the earl who would row. Lord Walworth, the duke, Honor, and Allegra pushed the boat out into the sea, watching as it made its way through the waves to where the Seagull lay at anchor in the rain and haze.

'We have done it!' Allegra said triumphantly to her husband.

'Wait until we are back aboard our ship to gloat,' he said to her. 'I will not feel at ease until I see England again, my darling.'

'We were fortunate that we had no guards to beard. I thought Honor quite wonderful with her eye patch facing down that Reynaud man.' She turned to Honor. 'The eye patch was a stroke of genius.'

Honor chuckled. 'I always thought an eye patch intimidating, my lady. It wasn't hard talking down to that fellow who was at the house. I recognized his type. He was a bully, and bullies can usually be bullied.'

They turned back to the sea and saw the little boat had reached Seagull. They could just make out figures climbing up, and then down the rope ladder that hung over the side of the vessel. Then the boat began to make its way back to the shore. When it arrived they found Captain Grant rowing. They hurried to climb into their transport, and head back to the ship. On board again they were eager to change from their revolutionary garb into their own clothing, which was much dryer. Bobby took the clothing from their French passengers to dry in the galley. Allegra and the others wrapped the countess, her children, and her two servants in their warm cloaks until their garments were dried again.

Captain Grant entered the cabin. 'We'll weigh anchor immediately, my lords, and set a course for England. It may be a bit choppy returning. The wind has begun to come round from the north, but 'tis no bad storm.' He bowed to them, and was gone.

Bobby brought chicken, bread, and cheese for them to eat. The two children were put to bed in two of the narrow hunks. The clothing was returned, not quite dry, but serviceable. The countess retired to one of the bunks along with Eunice and Caroline, who were both exhausted from their exciting day. The men sat together in a corner talking in low tones while Celine and Honor chattered, the French maid delighted to find the English maid spoke her tongue so well. Now she felt less afraid of their future.

Allegra sat quietly, old Therese next to her. 'The man, Reynaud,' she began. 'Did he harm the comtesse, Therese? Should she be seen by a physician when we reach England?'

'Oui, he hurt her,' the old woman said. 'Though I didn't ask, and she did not say, I know he violated her. He always coveted his brother's wife, the cowardly cochon. But I will take care of her, madame. As long as my mistress has Celine and me by her side she needs no one else.'

'I understand,' Allegra said. 'We will not breach her privacy, Therese.'

'You are brave, you Englishwomen. You could have been caught,' Therese remarked. 'If you had come two days ago I do not believe you would have been so successful, but perhaps you would have. That Honneur has courage. She is resourceful. She is your servant?'

'Since my childhood,' Allegra replied. 'She was born upon my father's estate.'

Therese nodded. 'Tradition is a good thing, madame. These revolutionaries would destroy our way of life. That was not what Monsieur le Comte wanted from the revolution. He wanted justice and equality, but he did not want to see tradition pulled down the way it has been. They did not have to kill the king and his family, poor souls.' She crossed herself with a sigh.

'Change can sometimes be cruel,' Allegra agreed.

'Ahh,' Therese said, 'you have suffered from this revolution too. Madame la comtesse told me.' She patted Allegra's hand in a kindly fashion. 'Yet despite it all you risked your life for ours. You are obviously very much like your brother, Madame la Duchesse.'

Allegra's hand went to her mouth to stifle her cry. How she had raged to all who would listen when her brother had given up his life for love. Yet she had been willing today to risk her life for the friendship she had for Lord and Lady Bellingham. Jamie, she thought, I learned more from you than I realized. A