"You are a Puritan then," Jasmine said pleasantly.

"I am," he replied half-defiantly, as if he expected her to render some sort of criticism.

"We are Anglican," Jasmine noted.

"Your husband is in the Virginias?" Sir Christian turned to Fortune, who had Aine in her lap at that moment.

"Mary's Land, sir," Fortune said.

"The Catholic colony? The king should have never allowed such a thing, and would not have but for the wicked intrigues of his queen and her friends! Your husband is a Catholic then."

"My husband is a Catholic," Fortune replied, "but Mary's Land is a place where all men and women of good will may live in peace. Most of its colonists are Protestants, sir."

"So they would have you believe, madame, but we know the truth. Lord Baltimore hopes to invade the Virginias, and gain them for the Spanish who are his allies," Sir Christian said venomously.

Fortune laughed aloud. "That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard, sir. You are a fool to listen to such rumors, and it is wrong to repeat such false gossip."

"Then why, madame, if I may be so bold, are you not with your husband?" Her antagonist's black eyes were brazenly questioning.

"Because, sir, there is currently no decent housing for us. I go in the spring, by which time that situation will be remedied."

Sir Christian looked at Aine. Reaching out he tipped her tiny chin up. "Your babe will be raised a Catholic?"

Aine took one look at the man and burst into tears.

"Take your hand off my daughter, sir," Fortune said quietly, and then she comforted the baby softly.

"We are pleased to have met you, sir," the duchess said, dismissing Sir Christian as politely as she could.

He arose. "How can you allow your own grandchild to be raised a Catholic?" he said low.

"You are, sir, far too brazen with your queries, and out of your depth, I fear," the duchess of Glenkirk said.

With a sketchy bow Sir Christian Denby left the hall.

Aine had at last stopped crying. "What an unpleasant man," Fortune remarked. "I hope we do not have to see him again."


***

Autumn Leslie celebrated her second birthday at the end of October. Jasmine and Fortune then journeyed two days overland to Cadby to meet the young woman Henry Lindley was considering as a wife. He would not tell his mother her name, teasing her in their correspondence that it was to be a surprise. And indeed it was. Henry Lindley had chosen for his bride Cecily Burke, daughter of Lord Burke of Clearfields, his mother's uncle. Cecily was three years younger than Henry; a beautiful young woman with her father's dark hair, and the family's blue-green eyes. She was Padraic's and Valentina's youngest daughter.

"But how…?" his mother queried Henry, truly surprised.

"I know," he said. "We hadn't met since we were children at some great party at Queen's Malvern. I went to court last winter at Charlie's behest, and there was Cecily, a maid-of-honor to the queen because she speaks such perfect French. I fear, Mama, it was love at first sight. I have been to Clearfields several times, and Cecily and her family have been here at Cadby a number of times."

"And you never told me!" Jasmine didn't know if she should be angry or not, but Fortune laughed.

"Why Henry, I should have never taken you for a romantic," she teased her big brother.

"Ohh, Cousin," Cecily said quickly, "he is most romantic!"

They all laughed at the ingenuous remark by the bride-to-be.

"Uncle," Jasmine turned to Padraic Burke, "could you not have said something?'You are still capable of writing, and do not look either infirm or slow of wit to me."

"What was I to say?" Lord Burke demanded. "I could be certain of nothing until this son of yours asked my permission. He was quite concerned because they are cousins, but they are not first cousins, and so I feel the consanguinity is of little import. But tell me, Niece, what your opinion is on this matter?"

"I am content with my son's choice, although actually Cecily and I belong to the same generation, Uncle, for you are my mother's older brother," Jasmine noted.

Cecily Burke laughed, and her eyes twinkled. "Then," she said mischievously, "the children Henry and I have will be his generation, will they not, madame?"

"God's blood!" the marquess of Westleigh said, which caused his family to burst into great laughter.

A party was held to celebrate the betrothal, and to Fortune's surprise Sir Christian Denby was there. Attaching himself to Fortune he remained by her side all evening, although she attempted to dismiss him coolly.

"You should not be unescorted, madame," he told her.

"I am in my brother's house," Fortune replied.

"Your neckline is far too low," he said, but he could scarce take his eyes from her cleavage.

"Does the sight of my breasts disturb you, sir?" she mocked him. "You are free to look away, I assure you."

"How can I when you display your wares so boldly for all to see," he responded. "Are you seeking to take a lover in your husband's absence, madame? I am told your mother once displayed such proclivities."

Fortune gasped, shocked, and not certain for a moment that she had heard Sir Christian correctly, but then he spoke again.

"Was she not Prince Henry's whore, madame?" he said.

Fortune slapped her companion as hard as she might, but aware of the place, she then turned and walked away. Immediately Henry Lindley was at his sister's side.

"What has happened?" he demanded.

"Why did you invite that man to your house?" Fortune asked.

"He is the cousin of one of my neighbors, and new to the vicinity. He is wife hunting, and my neighbor thought such a gathering at Cadby would be an ideal place for Sir Christian to observe the local belles. What is the matter, Fortune? Why did you slap the man?"

"Because he has insulted me, and he has insulted Mama as well, Henry." Then she went on to tell her brother what Sir Christian Denby had said to her. "He is a Puritan, Henry. I should not have him in the house, but you must not spoil Cecily's night by causing a scene and escorting the blackguard from your house. Just keep him away from me!"

Back at Queen's Malvern Sir Christian Denby paid them another call, pushing past the servants into the hall where Jasmine and Fortune sat. "I have come to tender my apologies to you both," he declared.

Fortune stood up. "Get out!" she said angrily. "How dare you invade our home without invitation? You are not welcome here, sir!"

"It is only my concern for you, a woman alone, madame, that causes me to behave so," he said.

"I am hardly alone, sir. My mother and my sister are with me. I have a daughter. The house is full of servants who have known me all my life, and my stepfather will be shortly coming down from Scotland to spend the months until I leave with us. 1 am not alone!"

"I must speak with you alone, Lady Lindley. I fear for your child. You must not raise her Catholic lest you condemn her sinful soul without hope of salvation, and into an eternal hellfire," Sir Christian Denby said earnestly.

"If you believe that, sir, then I feel very sorry for you," Fortune said angrily. "What sort of God do you worship? My daughter is innocent of any sin, as are all bairns. Get out! Do not come back!"

"Adali," Jasmine said quietly. "Escort the gentleman from the house, and see he is not allowed entry ever again."

"Yes, my princess," Adali replied, coming abreast of the unwelcome guest and conducting him swiftly from the hall.

"My God!" Fortune said despairingly. "What makes people think like that, Mama? Why is there such hate in the world for another faith, another clan? I will never understand such thoughts!"

"Nor I, nor did your grandfather," Jasmine said quietly. "I suppose we must pity Sir Christian, who certainly does not live up to his name."

"He frightens me, Mama. And his harping on Aine's salvation. He spoke of it to me at Cadby before he insulted us. I do not want him anywhere near my child. He is evil!"

Personally Jasmine agreed with her daughter, but she said nothing, instead soothing Fortune as best she could. She advised Adali, however, that her granddaughter was to be watched carefully at all times.


***

James Leslie came down from Scotland just before the twelve days of Christmas began. Henry came from Cadby with Cecily and her parents, for it had been decided that the young couple would wed on December thirty-first in the chapel at Queen's Malvern. The celebration made for a happy time, bringing back to them all the many family gatherings that had once been held at Queen's Malvern in the time of Skye O'Malley and her husband, Adam de Marisco. The family chapel, that had seen several weddings in its day, was warm with winter sunlight. Little Autumn Leslie preceded the bride in her first public duty.

Reaching the altar rail, she suddenly turned about and said in a tiny piping voice, "Mama, where do I go now?"

A chuckle arose from the assembled guests, and Charles Frederick Stuart, home for Henry's wedding, quickly picked his baby sister up and said softly to her, "Why into my arms, my lady Autumn, is where you go now." And when Autumn smiled sweetly at him, Charlie wondered if perhaps he shouldn't start giving thought to finding a wife himself, but as swiftly decided that perhaps he was still too young. After all, Henry was practically twenty-six, and he was only just twenty-two.