Love Wild and Fair (31 page)

“The last time I saw ye, Jamie, ye called me Uncle Francis. Will ye do so again? Or perhaps, as ye are nearly a man, ye would prefer to call me just Francis.”

The boy looked from the earl to his mother. He was confused. “Is my mother yer mistress?” he finally burst out.

“Jamie!”

“Nay, my darling, scold not the lad.” He turned to young James Leslie. “Yes, lad. Yer mother is my mistress. She would be my wife but for the king, who is angry wi me and withholds permission for her divorce. If she had the divorce, we would have wed.”

“Do ye no longer love our father?” asked nine-year-old Bess.

“I love Lord Bothwell, Bess. Your father and I will, however, remain friendly. Come now, my bairns! Tis cold out here. Let us go inside the hall.”

They brought the children into a comfortable chamber with a good fire, and the servants served watered wine and sweet cakes.

“Let me look at all of ye,” she said happily. “Oh, Jamie! How ye have grown! Ye were nae taller than I when I saw ye last.”

“I’ll be going to the University at Aberdeen next autumn,” he answered her proudly. “I will leave our cousin of Rothes in spring when Robert goes to be a page.”

“I am so proud of ye,” she told him, and he forgot his dignity long enough to hug her.

Her gaze lingered on her two younger sons, Colin, seven, and Robbie, six. Colin was already in service with the Earl of Rothes, and had begun to acquire the polish of a little courtier. His younger brother, still at Glenkirk, was yet a rough little highlander.

“Why did not Amanda and Morag come?” Cat asked.

“They are too young,” answered Robbie with great superiority.

Bess shot him a quelling look that was so reminiscent of her grandmother, Meg, that Cat had to laugh. “Lord, my dear! How much like Meg ye look. Yer going to be quite lovely in a few years’ time.”

Bess blushed most becomingly, and said, “Grandmother Meg said she couldna bear Christmas wi all of us gone, and she knew ye would understand if she kept Manda and Morag.”

“I do understand, lovey, and I am so glad to see ye four! How long can ye stay?”

“Colie and I must be back at Rothes’ Edinburgh house no later than the week after Twelfth Night,” said Jamie. “Bess and Robbie may stay all winter.”

“Bothwell, ye wretch! Why did ye nae tell me? We must hire a tutor! Bess and Robbie canna miss a whole winter of lessons.”

He laughed. “If I had told ye, ‘twould not hae been a surprise. As to a tutor, I’ll instruct the bairns myself this winter.”

Francis Hepburn adored having Cat’s children at Hermitage, and a whole new side of his character was revealed. He loved children, and he was good with them. After the initial discomfort over their parents’ marital situation, the young Leslies of Glenkirk relaxed and enjoyed both Hermitage and the earl. How sad, thought Cat, that Margaret Douglas had estranged his own children from their father.

And in the dark of night when he lay deep within her

he cried out, “Oh, my sweetest love! Gie me sons and daughters like Glenkirk’s! Loving bairns of our own to raise in this new century that is coming.”

She wanted to. Oh God, how she longed to have his child in her belly! Had she thought the king would relent if she became pregnant she would have done so, but knowing James’ viciousness too well, she waited. The king was now using her against Bothwell, but if she and the earl became parents, their child would be the king’s most valuable pawn. She was careful not to give him that pawn. But her heart ached, for she wanted Francis Hepburn’s child desperately.

O
N Christmas day, as the Hermitage residents sat at dinner, two messengers arrived wearing the badge of the Duke of Lennox. Bothwell left the festive board and closeted himself with the men for close to an hour. When he returned, he said softly to Cat, “I must go to Edinburgh early in the morning. Dinna tell the bairns. I would nae spoil their day.”

He finished his meal, and then called to the Leslie boys, “Come on, lads! I promised we’d go curling. Cat, love, please see to Lennox’s men. Bess, will ye come and cheer us on to great victories?”

Cat saw to it that the duke’s men were well fed and were given warm beds for the night, and that their horses were taken care of. Then, gathering up her cloak, she went to the little pond in the woods by the castle where the earl and her sons were playing at curls. Even little Bess had a broom, and was dashing wildly about the ice, her dark-brown curls flying, her cheeks rosy, her hazel eyes sparkling. Catriona Leslie didn’t know who was enjoying the day more, Bothwell or the children. He was very handsome in his kilts, teamed with Bess against the three boys. Cat cheered them all on, her heart bursting with happiness. This was what she had wanted above all—her children, and Francis Hepburn. For this brief moment, she had it.

After they had seen the children safely to bed that night, they sat together in her bedchamber in a large

chair before the fire. For a long time they said nothing. He absently stroked her lovely hair, and finally said, “Lennox says that Maitland seeks to have James put a price on my head. Maitland is spending Christmas at Holyrood wi their majesties. The turd! He tries to climb high, does Master Maitland. I must go to Edinburgh tomorrow and settle this thing once and for all. If I can see our royal cousin perhaps I can convince him to change his stubborn mind.”

“See him when the queen is also present, Francis. He dare not let her guess the real reason why he refuses us. She is young, and she is soft-hearted. She will plead our cause because she likes us both. If ye can but get the king’s signature on the divorce petition, my Uncle Charles says that a representative of the cardinal waits in Edinburgh to finish the transaction. One moment of weakness on Jamie’s part, and we will be free to wed quickly before he can change his mind!”

Bothwell chuckled. “Are ye sure ye Leslies are nae cousins to the Medici? Yer great schemers.” His hands began to wander, and she sighed contentedly. “Will ye be back in time for New Year’s?” she asked. His mouth found the soft curve between her shoulder and her neck, and he kissed it. “I don’t know, Cat. If I canna get here, the children’s gifts are in my wardrobe, and your gift—” He stopped. “Nay. I’ll not tell ye, for I want to gie ye yer present myself.” He turned her so she faced him, kissed her, and then stood her up. “Let’s go to bed, my darling.”

Pushing the little ribbon straps from her shoulders, she allowed her nightgown to slide to the floor. “Will ye be gone very long, Bothwell?” She slipped into the featherbed.

Taking his own robe off, he joined her and pulled her close to him. “I’m nae sure how long I’ll be gone,” he said thickly as his desire for her rose.

Tears sprang to her eyes, but he kissed them away. And after their lovemaking she wept stormily in his arms.

“What is it ye do to me, Francis? Why is it ye can touch me as no one ever has before?”

“Do ye want to weep and shout all at once?” he asked. “I do! I think it has something to do wi loving each other.” He kissed her tenderly. “Damn, I dinna want to leave ye, even for a few days!”

But he did, riding out before the sun was even up. She stood alone in the window of her bedchamber in the cold December dark, clutching her shawl to her breasts, and watched him go. She could still feel the hardness of his mouth on hers.

While she watched him riding away she prayed that the king would relent James could not be so stubborn as to believe she would leave Francis Hepburn under any circumstances. Perhaps James had grown weary of fighting.

On the evening of December 27, Francis Hepburn, Alexander Home, about forty border chiefs, and their followers slipped through the Duke of Lennox’s stables and gained entrance to Holyrood Palace. Their first objective was John Maitland. But as they rounded the corner of a badly lit passage, they startled a pageboy, who cried out in fright.

Maitland, hearing the shout and the tramp of many feet withdrew into his inner chamber. Lennox gave orders for the door to be broken, but the Earl of Both-well, Lord Home, and Hercules, with most of their men, passed on, trying to gain entry to the royal apartments.

Maitland lowered one of his servants out of a window and gave him orders to toll the common bell. When it rang the citizens of Edinburgh came running from their houses and hurried towards the palace.

Lord Home pulled at Francis Hepburn’s arm. “Come on, man! The game’s up!”

But Bothwell was desperate. “No! I must get to Jamie. Damn, Sandy! I promised Cat!”

Hercules used his giant size to yank his brother around. “Listen, ye besotted fool! What will happen to her if I haul ye home on a slab? Come on now, man! We’ll try again another time.” He dragged the protesting earl down the passage.

Cat was so delighted to have him safely back that her disappointment was less than Bothwell had expected. Bothwell, however, was angry. “I wanted to start the New Year knowing we could set a wedding date,” he complained.

“Dinna fret, my love. By this time next year ‘twill surely all be settled,” she soothed him. Pulling his head down, she kissed him passionately. “They canna separate us now,” she whispered fiercely. “We belong to each other.”

On New Year’s Day the Earl of Bothwell handed out gifts to his staff, tenants, and retainers. In the afternoon he was able to be alone with Cat and the children. Though they did their best to hide it, the young Leslies were as excited by the prospect of gifts as children anywhere.

Jamie could hardly believe that the young red stallion prancing in the courtyard was really his. “He’s a son of my Valentine,” smiled the earl. “I call him Cupid.”

For Cat’s daughter, Bess, there was a beautiful cloak of burgundy velvet trimmed in soft pale gray rabbit fur with a little gold clasp studded in rubies. Colin Leslie, the budding courtier, received a round gold clan badge for wearing with his plaid. The griffin on it had sapphire eyes. Robert Leslie was given a puppy, born ten weeks earlier to Bothwell’s favorite Skye terrier bitch.

The children were ecstatic. Bess put on her cloak, Colin pinned his badge to his shoulder, Robert found a lead for his puppy, and they all ran down to the courtyard to see Jamie try out his new horse. Bothwell and Cat watched indulgently for a few moments, and then turned away from the windows.

He wordlessly handed her a flat box which she opened eagerly. Cat gasped. On a bed of white satin lay a heavy gold chain which held a round gold pendant Upon the pendant was a great lion rampant within a royal tressure debruised by a diamond-stubbed ribbon. The lion had emeralds for eyes, and diamonds studded his waving mane.

“Do ye mind that I mark ye wi my beast?” he asked her.

“I am proud to wear the Hepburn Hon,” she answered him.

Lifting it from its box, she handed it to him. “Fasten it on for me, my lord.” When he had done so she preened before the pier glass, then walked over to the table and picked up the one remaining box. She handed it to him. In it was a large round emerald ring set in gold and into which his seal had been cut. “Emeralds are for constancy,” she said in a low voice. “But wait my lord. I hae one other thing for ye,” and reaching into the purse that hung from her waist she drew out a plain gold band.

He laughed softly. Reaching into his own pouch he drew out a similar ring, which he gave to her. Her eyes closed, and two tears slipped out “Damn, Bothwell! I did want to be wed to ye soon. Damn James Stewart! I hate him so!”

He held her close. “Poor love,” he said. “ ‘Tis harder for ye than it is for me. I am sorry our raid failed. If James weren’t so stinking stingy the passageway would

hae been lit better and that bloody boy would nae hae cried out.”

She began to laugh. The thought that the king’s cheeseparing ways were responsible for her misery was ludicrous. Quickly picking up her thoughts, Francis laughed with her. Neither of them, however, laughed for very long.

Early on the morning of the 11th of January an exhausted messenger galloped into Hermitage. The king had personally penned a proclamation offering a reward to any man who would kill the Earl of Bothwell.

They were shocked, for they could not believe James would do such a thing. Maitland had, according to the messenger, frightened the king badly after the raid of December 27, and had convinced James that his cousin wished to kill him and rule in his place. After all, did they not call Bothwell the uncrowned king? If the king were prudent, he would kill Bothwell before Bothwell killed him.

Francis Hepburn got on his horse and rode directly to the capital. He wished to try to settle the matter with his cousin, in person. He was forced to retreat to Hermitage when the king rode out after him with a large troup of soldiers. James forced his horse into a bog in pursuit of Bothwell and then nearly drowned. This didn’t help matters. Again there was talk of witchcraft.

The next three months saw a forced peace between the king and his cousin, brought on by the advent of severe winter weather. The roads were closed by heavy snows throughout Scotland. Cat could not have been more pleased. Though Jamie and Colin had returned to Rothes, Bess and Robbie remained. Cat could pretend during those precious months that they were a normal family. Bess, her father’s pet, was more reserved with Francis than Cat would have wished, but Bothwell understood, and treated the little girl with grave respect.

“We’ll hae a wee lass of our own someday,” he whispered softly to his mistress.

The young Robbie adored Francis Hepburn. The fourth of Cat’s children, with two girls after him, he was truly a middle child. No one had ever had a great deal of time for Robbie, but that winter the great Earl of Bothwell found the time. In this six-and-a-half-year-old boy he found a quick, inquiring mind, and an ability to recall the smallest fact, Delighted, Bothwell taught him a great deal. Bess frequently joined them, particularly when they studied languages.

Bothwell and Catriona had been together a year now, and he could not believe that in twelve short months his life had changed so much for the better. Though he was involved in a life-and-death struggle with the king, Both-well was sure that if he could see James and talk to him, he would be able to make him understand. When the warm weather came he would try again to get to the king.