Sather: Yes, I agree with you about Charles. I think though that the author has views about him, just as she did about the Queen of Brittany. I think especially she compares him with his much more talented father Richard. Yes, Mary is a force to be reckoned with, that is for sure.
C0d5579: Well let's face it, she might be a woman, but she's got a massive army with her too. France only changed to Salic law to prevent Edward III claiming the crown, but since England is now in control the law can be changed - by force if needed.
Dewirix: No indeed not! Aragon benefitted well from their invasions in the south, something later rulers of England could not allow!
Quicksabre: Thanks!
I post once a day because I am quite a few posts ahead in the writing, making a regular schedule possible. I think this is good for both of us, but I hope it's not too fast!
Chapter 10 – Arrival in Kirkwall
20/1/1820
John Adams was roused from sleep by a knock at the door. Getting up, he dressed and headed out onto deck. The previous days had gone past in something of a blur. Sometimes the bad weather and fog would confine him to his cabin, but other days it was quite mild. With little to do during the days he had read, slept and eaten as the coast of England and Scotland slipped past them. Apart from a couple of brief stops along the way for fuel they had kept going at full speed almost the whole time.
When he emerged onto deck he could see that they were passing around an island. He could see small houses, a lighthouse, even the occasional fishing boat. It was clear that this was the Orkneys.
What surprised John most was the sight of heavy fortifications all up and down the coast. These were no ancient castle ruins, but modern masonry defences, comparable to anything on the mainland of Europe.
“The original defences were limited, built by the Norwegians,” Lady Mendenhall said, appearing beside him. “Later defences were deemed necessary to resist possible incursions from the north. They provide security, you might say,” she added.
“Security against what, Lady?”
She made no answer except for a small smile.
No more than half an hour later they came into the harbour of Kirkwall. The city had grown considerably over the years, and though much of the old Norwegian influence remained, many English style buildings had sprung up. John noticed yet more forts and defences, far more than in the south of England where possible invasions were much more likely.
As the ship pulled up to the dock John could see a detachment of soldiers marching down to greet them. Leading them was an officer on horseback, and a carriage followed in their wake.
Lady Mendenhall bade John follow her and Tempest, and they went forward to meet the officer.
“My Lady, I am pleased to see you back,” he said, bowing in the saddle.
“Thank you, Colonel. John Adams, this is Colonel Meadows, commander of my personal forces. It is in his hands that I place all our safety,” she said with a small nod at the Colonel.
“Charmed, my Lady,” he said, obviously taken with her. “Pleasure, Mr Adams,” he said, shaking hands.
John though detected the slightest inflection on her words that suggested that inside she was secretly amused.
“And you, Colonel.”
“I have your carriage ready, Lady.”
“Thank you. Come, John. My humble residence is not far away.”
There was something about the way she said this as well that made John curious. As he sat beside her in the carriage he noted again how poised, how in control she was. She acted much more mature than her age…even if he hadn’t been able to establish what that age actually was.
“You are deep in thought, John,” Lady Mendenhall said softly.
“Yes, my Lady. My apologies,” John said.
“Oh no, no, you misunderstand me. I was not reprimanding you, I was curious as to what you were thinking.”
John hesitated. His thoughts were not exactly the politest thing to say, but he couldn’t think of anything else. Meanwhile her gaze was boring into him, and her patient smile demanded an answer.
“Lady, it was idle curiosity, that is all, but I was wondering how you managed to be so poised, so confident all the time. You always seem…composed.”
“And the unspoken addition to that is ‘for my age’,” she added with a smile. “Well, I have been told I age well,” Lady Mendenhall said. “My answer to your question though is that much of ‘noble bearing’ is simply looking like you know what is going on. To maintain a good poise is more about hiding what you think than anything else. I am sorry if that answer is not especially…mystical, but most of being ‘noble’ is acting the part. After all, aristocrats learn how to do it, and some of them are not the sharpest knives in the kitchen.”
John smiled at that. “So mostly being a good actor is enough?”
“Indeed. I wouldn’t recommend becoming a noble though, it can be very dull unless you make it otherwise.”
“Since I am not expecting to become one, I don’t think I’ll have the chance to find out,” John replied.
“Perhaps, but who knows what the future will bring?”
They rode on until John could see a large wall topped with decorative, yet rather sharp, spikes. The road ran through to a hefty metal gate guarded by soldiers from her Ladyship’s private forces. They opened the gate and stood to attention as the carriage passed, just as they had done back in London.
John saw ahead that the road rose up a hill, lined with hedges and scattered trees. As they finally reached the top of the hill John could see their final destination, Lady Mendenhall’s ‘humble home’.
At first John was not sure his eyes weren’t deceived. It was no mere house, but a chateau, a palace looming above the landscape. A decorative moat surrounded a building with four massive square corner towers joined together in the middle. A great dome stood over the entrance hall, and beyond was a view of the sea. Gardens and statues of all kinds were displayed in pleasing geometric patterns.
When John recovered from his shock he realised how much such a palace had cost, and how it was that even the very wealthy family of Lady Mendenhall had managed to acquire permission for such an enterprise. It was, after all, little less ornate and rich than the royal residences in London and elsewhere.
Lady Mendenhall turned and smiled at him. “Perhaps humble was not the correct term?” she asked wryly.
“It’s astonishing,” John said. “However did your family afford it? When was it built?”
“The original building was constructed in the 1580s, but the one you see now was completed in 1745. As for how? Well…prudent investment, perhaps?” she said with a small laugh. “Come, John, let me show you inside.”
“Does it have a name?” John asked.
“Nothing grand, just ‘Grey Palace’.”
John disembarked from the carriage, still in a daze. He couldn’t stop staring at the palace which has somehow been built in the desolate northern isles. The entrance was before him, and he entered, not knowing what he’d find.