Moonstruck Madness (5 page)

It had worked out beautifully, almost too well, she sometimes worried.

"Are you going to soak until dawn?" Mary demanded sleepily. "You're going to be as wrinkled as a prune."

Sabrina climbed from the tub, wrapping her slender body in a warm towel as she dried herself before the fire and then slipped into her nightgown, smoothing the soft material over her hips.

Mary gave her a hug and disappeared into her own room. Sabrina walked over to the
chest,
opening the lid and looking down at her sword and pistol lying on top.

She glanced at the claw-handled pistol and then dug down deeper, coming up with her grandfather's knife, the haft richly wrought with silver. She cradled it to her breast for comfort, trying to visualize her grandfather's face, the glint in her violet eyes and the half-smile on her lips very reminiscent of the old man's, had she but known it.

"I promised I'd take care of Richard, didn't I? But
I
don't think you'd planned it quite this way, did you, Grandfather?"

She replaced the knife in the chest and climbed into bed, her eyes closing with sleep as soon as her head touched the pillow.

Alas,
regardless of their doom

The little victims play!

No
sense have
they of ills to come,

N
or
care
beyond today.

Thomas Gray

Chapter 2

S
ABRINA happily descended the stairs, her thoughts centered solely on the lovely summer morning. Birds were chirping melodiously from boughs near the open casement windows, and the scent of roses was carried in with the slight breeze.

She barely resembled the armed highwayman of the night before in her light blue silk damask gown with a creamy yellow, quilted satin petticoat showing in front. Her long black hair had been waved back from her face and secured in a simple knot atop her head, the thick coil looking too heavy for her slender neck that rose like a fragile stem from the bodice of her gown. Golden rings pierced her ears and gleamed on her fingers, and as she checked the gold watch slung from a chain around her neck she looked up sheepishly.

"I've overslept horridly, haven't I?" she called to Mary, who was arranging a vase of fragrant lilies in the center of

the
oak table in the hall. "And it's such a beautiful
day,
I hate to waste a minute of it."

"I know, but I've the accounts to settle and the linen to check before we can go on the picnic you're planning," Mary smiled.

"Always practical, Mary.
And I have yet to keep
a
secret from you. Is there nothing you don't know?" she teased as she lifted a lily from the woven basket and held it to her nose.

Mary's smile faded. "You know how I wish I didn't have the sight, Sabrina. I don't want to see the future. It frightens me. I have this feeling, this dread"—Mary paused thought-fully—"this awful fear that something is about to happen to cause everything to fall in upon us."

"You've seen something since last night, haven't you? You weren't this nervous then," Sabrina said.

Mary shook her head. "No, it's just that feeling again—nothing more. It's making me edgy." She smiled apologetically.

"Something usually does happen, though, when you get these feelings."

Mary looked into Sabrina's clear violet eyes, tears clouding her strangely light, gray ones and cried, "Oh, Sabrina, I don't want anything to happen to you."

Mary dropped the lilies she held and hugged Sabrina to her. "You're so small and sweet, and yet
so
brave to risk your life for us. I just couldn't bear it if they should catch you."

Sabrina shook her head admonishingly, returning her hug.
"Silly goose.
Nothing will happen to me. I have Will and John, and your gift to guide me. What can happen?" she laughed incredulously, full of confidence.

"Now, shush." She held a finger to her lips. "We promised never to discuss this during the day in case we might be overheard by the servants. Anyway," Sabrina added, holding her arms out as if embracing the morning, "it's far too glorious to be worrying about what isn't about to happen."

Mary shook her red head in defeat. "I give up. No one can resist you when you turn on the charm." She finished arranging the last lily and stood back to admire the effect, and obviously satisfied, turned to Sabrina.

"Come along, you must be famished."

"I'm absolutely starved. I can't understand how I manage to work up such an enormous appetite," Sabrina teased. "It must have something to do with the company I keep," she added innocently, a twinkle in her eyes.

"Really, Sabrina, you're an incorrigible little minx," Mary laughed as they entered the dining room and she helped to fill her sister's plate from the sideboard laid with covered dishes.

"Proper society ladies would look with horror upon what you're eating this early in the morning," Mary stated as she added sausage to the eggs and buttered toast on Sabrina's plate, taking a small plate with only bread and butter for herself.

"I'd like to see them riding about at midnight and then be satisfied with a little piece of bread and butter," Sabrina replied as she swallowed a piece of sausage, and took a sip of hot tea. "Will you be out this morning?"

"Later, after I've seen to the household duties. I've prepared a basket for Mrs. Fisher.
Some eggs and cheese and beef pies."

"Mrs. Taylor will probably have gone over after Will told her last night," Sabrina said. "You might take an extra blanket or two. Mrs. Fisher has been ill."

"All right, I'll see what I can do," Mary replied thoughtfully, her mind going over the contents of the linen cupboard.

"My dears, how lovely to find you here," Aunt Margaret commented as she drifted into the room. "Pour me a cup like a dear, Mary."

She sat down opposite, glancing at Sabrina's plate curiously, then looked away politely.

"Thank you, dear. You know, I don't know where it goes?" she said looking out of the window distractedly.

"Where what goes, Aunt Margaret?"
Mary inquired as she buttered a small wedge of bread and placed it before her aunt. She followed Aunt Margaret's stare, but could only see flowers abounding in the garden. "Everything is blooming beautifully. The sweet Williams are especially lovely this year."

"Oh, are they dear, well, that is nice," she smiled and then directing a look at Sabrina added, "Blue suits you admirably, dear, but where are you putting that vulgar display of food? One should really just nibble delicately at a morsel. A lady, no matter how hungry, must never show that she is hungry. One really should leave the table quite famished.
Which reminds me, dear, I really must have some more scent.
Aqua Mellis, if you please, nothing else will really do, and another bar of that lovely Genoa soap.
So, do you think I should use the indigo blue or the violet, dear?" she asked worriedly.

Sabrina and Mary exchanged tolerant glances, well used to Aunt Margaret's vagaries by now.

"The violet, Aunt," Sabrina answered automatically.

"Do you think so? Ummm, well, I suppose so," she murmured, wrinkling her smooth brow, "but I really should think about it, dear. We mustn't be too hasty."

She rose gracefully and patting Sabrina on the top of her head affectionately wandered from the room, her tea untouched.

"Dear, sweet Aunt Margaret," Mary sighed. "I do wonder where she is half the
time?
She wasn't always this scatterbrained, you know."

"I thought she'd always been a bit dreamy and abstracted," Sabrina commented as she wiped the corner of her mouth delicately, having cleaned her plate of its contents.

"No, something to do with unrequited love," Mary explained sadly.

"Unrequited love?
Rot!"

"Sabrina!" Mary looked astonished.

"Well?" Sabrina demanded belligerently. "No man's worth losing your wits about. I'd sign his death warrant
first, and then launch him into eternity riding my sword," Sabrina vowed with a laugh.

"The way you do chatter at times.
I don't know whether to laugh, or pray for salvation? Grandfather often said he'd thought you'd been left by the merfolk from the loch as retribution for some offense," Mary replied. She sometimes worried; Sabrina could be so elusive, like quicksilver in her moods. She was much too passionate, so easy to provoke into a rage and so stubborn when she'd set her mind to something.

"You'd better pray to the ancient god Mercury that my feet remain fleet, for I've no desire to join them on Mt. Olympus yet."

"More likely into Hades, Rina," a boyish voice predicted. "It's the fate of all fallen angels.
".

Sabrina sent Richard a warning glance while Mary only shook her head.

"Not before I see you there, Robin Goodfellow," Sabrina retorted with a smile.

"I never do get in the last word with you," Richard complained, taking a slice of bread and spreading it liberally with butter. "Men don't care for sharp-tongued females, Rina."

"Yes, I'm well aware of that.
Dickie."

Richard smiled, seeming far too adult for his ten years of age. His red hair looked as though he'd just run an impatient hand through it, and there were faint shadows beneath his blue eyes. "Rather that than a fathead.
I
couldn't stomach that."

"Were you up reading late again last night?" Sabrina asked.

Richard's mouth turned sulky as he concentrated on a small crumb next to his plate. "I can't sleep when you're out, Rina."

Mary choked on her tea, glancing up at Sabrina with wide, startled eyes full of consternation, but Sabrina continued to stare calmly at Richard's bent head.

"Out where, Richard?" she asked quietly.

Richard looked up then, tears in his eyes as he cried impatiently, "You know where—Bonnie Charlie."

Mary gasped, opening her mouth to speak, but Sabrina shook her head.

"Well," Richard continued defiantly, "aren't you going to deny it?"

"No, that would be foolish, wouldn't it?" Sabrina answered.

"Yes, it would. I'm not a fool. Don't you think I know what's been going on all these years?" He looked over his shoulder and then continued more quietly, "Do you think I like to have my sister ride about the countryside at night as a highwayman? Don't you think I ever wondered where the money came from that paid for my tutors, or put food on the table?"

He smote his fist on the table causing the dishes to rattle. "Well, I did. I never believed the tales you made up about getting it from the solicitor as a special allowance from the Marquis. He doesn't give a damn about us. Don't you think I ever wished I could help in some way? I've always been too young, or too much of a coward.
A poor-spirited milksop, afraid to even ride a horse, much less shoot
a pistol. What good am I to you?" Richard demanded angrily and, jumping up, overturned his chair and ran from the room.

Mary and Sabrina remained seated, silently staring at each other.

"What a coil. I had no idea he even knew, much less felt this way. It's hard to believe, Mary, but Richard's grown up on us. He's always been a serious fellow, so we've just never noticed how mature he's become."

"I'll go to him," Mary said worriedly. "I hate to have him so full of self-doubts. He's still just a little boy, despite how mature he tries to act, and he shouldn't be ashamed because he doesn't ride," Mary said in his defense.

"No, I think he should be left alone—for now, at least," Sabrina advised her. "We'll just have to start taking him
into our confidence. But I'll not have him involved in anything that will endanger him."

Mary nodded her red head in agreement. "I don't fancy seeing us all hanging from the gallows, either."

Sabrina watched as Mary withdrew a piece of paper from her apron pocket and began to go over her list of household details, her face absorbed as she mentally calculated her figures. Sabrina smiled fondly at her sister's bright red head. Nothing must happen to Mary. Not Mary. She was far too good and virtuous to end up on the gallows. Sabrina bit her lip nervously as she allowed her doubts to overwhelm her. What had she led them into? If anyone deserved hanging, it was she.

It had been a lovely afternoon, Sabrina thought, as she glanced about the colorful garden. In scattered disorder sweet Williams, carnations and gillyflowers blended with the fragrance of violets, sweetbrier and wild thyme. Sweet pea, honeysuckle and jasmine clung to the arbors, while the yellow and gold of daffodils and marigolds marched steadily through the pinks and reds of tulips and columbines. Sabrina closed her eyes and listened to the quiet. She could hear the busy hum of the bees from then hive in the herb garden where they flavored their honey from rosemary, lavender, sage and marjoram planted nearby. It was so restful, so peaceful, so removed from the world beyond the high stone walls.

"Are you finished, Rina?" Mary asked as she began to gather up the empty dishes and return them to the large woven basket. Richard tossed the remains of roast chicken, ham and pickled salmon to the floppy-eared, black-and-white spaniels waiting patiently for their share of the picnic. The gooseberry tart and custard pudding had long since been eaten, but the leftover fruit and cheese was repacked, and the empty container of lemonade as well.