Bolitho heard someone bumping his chest down the stairs and stared past her at the empty street. The shadows were lengthening already, each evening drawing in-an early autumn then.
He said, "At least there is no danger. I am to go on a mission-" He hesitated, hating the secrecy. "Should anything go amiss, I have taken care of-"
She pressed her hand over his lips. "Say no more. I do understand. If secrecy is necessary, then I'll not plead to share it. But come back to me."
Bolitho embraced her. Just a few days since his summons to the Admiralty Maybe the secrecy was necessary; or was it merely another ruse to keep him out of the country? The latter was hard to believe. It all took organisation and trust. He was to go to Dover, not Portsmouth or Chatham as might be expected, and from there take passage to Copenhagen. He would be met at Dover and the rest of his mission explained.
As if to dispel his own doubts he said, "It will not take long. Perhaps two weeks, certainly no longer. And then-"
She looked at him and asked, "What would you have me do?"
"Oliver Browne has said that this house is ours for as long as we require it. His lordship is visiting his family estate in Jamaica." He smiled. "It is hard not to think of him still as my flag lieutenant! "
"What of Lieutenant Jenour?" She too smiled, remembering. "A fellow conspirator and a good friend."
"He will already be at Dover waiting for me."
"Then he is luckier than I! "
He felt her tense as iron-shod wheels rolled along the street and halted outside the house.
Bolitho spoke hurriedly. "Ozzard will tend to your needs, Kate, and Yovell will apprise you of everything you wish to know. I am leaving you in their care. I would offer Allday's services but-"
She smiled. "No. He would never allow it, and besides I need your 'oak' to protect you! "
The doors opened a few inches and one of the servants said, "The carriage is here, Sir Richard. Your chest is inside." The doors closed silently. It was as if the house, even the street was holding its breath for these last, fleeting moments.
"Come." Bolitho put his arm around her shoulders and together they descended to the hallway. "I have so much to say, and it will all come flooding out once we are parted."
She looked back up the staircase, thinking perhaps of the night she had been carried here in her filthy clothing, her feet bare from her experiences in the Waites prison. Recalling their love and moments of tender passion. Now she would be looking at her other man, the King's officer; the service which would always be a rival if given the chance.
The front doors were wide open and there was a chill in the evening air. She clutched his arm and said, "I cause such trouble for you, when I would do anything but harm you. I have even come between you and your friends, and all because of our love! "
Bolitho held her. Somehow he had known that she had guessed or understood what had happened with Herrick that day at the Admiralty.
He replied, "Nothing separates us." He looked into the street, the house lights already reflecting on the side of the carriage. "Except what I must do." He had noticed that the carriage was unmarked by any crest or recognition. A secret indeed.
One of the horses stamped its feet, and the coachman murmured something to soothe its impatience. Behind the rear wheels Bolitho could see Allday's thick shadow waiting, as he had so many times.
Bolitho said, "I wrote to Val Keen. It is all I can do. If you are staying here until I return it is possible he might come to see you."
"It still troubles you?"
"Yes." He smiled distantly. "A war raging all about us while we stumble in personal crossfire. I suspect that has always been my real weakness."
She shook her head. "Strength. I hear people talking of you as a man of war, and yet with you I have never before known such peace."
He wrapped his boat-cloak around her shoulders as they walked down the steps together, then she stooped to pick up a dead leaf which had blown against her shoe.
When she faced him again her eyes were dark and shining. "Remember when I sent you the ivy leaf from our house?"
"I still have it."
"And now here is a messenger of another coming winter. Please God we may not be parted for too long." She was speaking quickly as if fearful he would interrupt. "I know I promised-I vowed to you I should be brave, but I have only just found you again."
He said quietly, "There is none braver than you, Kate." He had to leave; it was best to do it quickly, for both their sakes. "Kiss me."
He felt her mouth mould into his body as if to hold them together for ever. Then they were just as suddenly apart. Allday held open the carriage door and raised his hat.
She handed him Bolitho's cloak and stood very upright on the bottom step, her body framed against the chandelier-lit hallway.
She said, "I ask of you again, Mr Allday. Take the best care of him! "
Allday grinned, but felt the sadness like his own. "We'll be back afore you knows it, m'lady." He went around the carriage so that Bolitho could watch her from the window.
Bolitho said, "You hold my heart, dear Kate! " He might have said something more, but freed from the brake and with the sharp crack of the coachman's whip, the words were lost in the din of wheels and the jangle of harness.
The carriage had been out of sight for some time before she eventually turned, oblivious to the cool air, and entered the house. How empty and alien it seemed without him.
She had considered returning to Falmouth, but something, a hint in his tone had made her believe that her place was here. Was it only a short distance he was going this time? She thought of his sea-chest, the fine new shirts she had forced him to buy in London. She smiled, remembering again. Her London. He certainly was not carrying enough baggage for a lengthy mission.
She found Yovell waiting for her, to discover her requirements.
"Why him, Mr Yovell? Can you tell me that? Is there no limit to what they can demand?"
Yovell removed his small gold-rimmed spectacles and polished them vigorously with his handkerchief.
"Because he is usually the only one for the task, m'lady." He smiled as he replaced his glasses. "Even I do not know what he is about this time! "
She looked at him proudly. "Will you sup with me tonight, Mr Yovell? I would take it as a favour."
He stared at her, trying not to let his eyes stray over her hair, the way she lifted her chin, the very presence of her.
"It would be a privilege indeed, m'lady! "
She made for the staircase. "There is a price, Mr Yovell. I will wish to hear everything you know about the man I love, more than life itself."
Yovell was glad she did not press him further. Her frankness, the light of defiance which seemed to shine from her eyes, was like nothing he had ever experienced.
He took off his glasses and polished them again without even realising what he was doing.
And she trusted him. The woman who had created the gossip and lies but had just spoken so fervently of her love, could have done the round-shouldered secretary Daniel Yovell no greater honour.
It was four o'clock in the morning when, stiff and painfully aware of the fast drive from London, Bolitho finally stepped down from the unmarked carriage and tasted the salt air in his mouth.
It was pitch dark as, followed by Allday and two seamen who were waiting to carry his chest, he walked towards the gates of the guardhouse. When he looked up at the low clouds he saw just a hint of the castle's solid silhouette. It could easily have been a ridge of rock, a miniature TableMountain.
He heard Allday cough, then stifle it with his hand. His coxswain was probably as glad as he was to have arrived in one piece. Thank God the Dover Road had been deserted, because the coachman had driven like a soul possessed. Bolitho had the feeling he was well used to this kind of work.
"Halt! Who goes there?"
Bolitho tossed his boat-cloak back from one epaulette and walked into a circle of lanternlight.