Authors: Anne Hampson
She was standing by the rail when
‘When we get a little closer I’ll point out our house to you.’
She stiffened.
Our
house.... A fluttering sensation affected her stomach, for somehow his words had the sort of finality about them which seemed to mean that her whole future was mapped out and there was nothing in the world that could alter it. She was her husband’s possession; that was
their
house; she would be installed in it and from then on she would be nothing more than a slave, a chattel, like-most women of the East. There was desperation in her voice as, turning to him and unconsciously brushing his face with her hair, she retorted,
‘
Your
house, you mean! It can never be our house!’ He frowned down at her, his mouth going tight.
‘What is this?’ he demanded sharply. ‘Are you still thinking that you will run from me?’
‘I’d be a poor specimen of womanhood if I were to accept this bondage you’re holding me in. Of course I shall try to escape!’
For a moment it seemed that he would lose his temper, but to her surprise the tightness went from his mouth and the glint from his eyes.
‘I’ve already assured you that you will thank me one day,’ he said. ‘We shall probably have a child before very long—there might even be one on the way now— and then perhaps you will become resigned to your lot.’
‘I only pray I shall be spared that,’ she told him quiveringly. ‘You seem to have forgotten that I love another man! You’ve made me your wife, but you’ll regret it! I swear to you you’ll regret it!’
‘So, if you did
escape
you’d go to the police? Is that what you are telling me?’ Ice edged his voice and his eyes took on a matching glacier hardness.
‘I would,’ she stated firmly, undaunted by the severity of his face. ‘I wouldn’t have done if you’d let me go when I first begged you to, but now I shall! And that criminal of a priest will go to jail along with you!’
‘What did he do? You never even made a murmur when he was marrying us.’
‘Because of what you threatened me with,’ she returned chokingly. ‘But he must have known there was something phoney about the marriage — he possesses average intelligence, surely?’
‘He did nothing illegal,’ persisted
‘So you don’t regard escape as an impossibility? That’s encouraging. Thank you very much for giving me hope!’
He looked out to the island and was silent for a moment before turning back to her and saying,
‘If
my
hopes materialise you will have a child before very long, and then, I can be sure you won’t leave me.’
She turned away, tears starting to her eyes. Up till now all his plans had come to fruition, so why should she be optimistic enough to hope that this one would go away?
‘As I said,’ she quivered at last, ‘I pray I shall never have a child of yours.’
There is nothing wrong with either of us,’ was his quiet rejoinder, ‘so it’s reasonable to assume that you will have my child within the year.’ She said nothing and he turned her face to him, his cruel fingers gripping her chin so hard that she knew there would be bruises within a minute or two. ‘I shall make you have my child, Tara. Do you understand? I’m your master; from now on I control your life. You will have as many children as I decide you shall have.’
‘I’m to be your chattel, then’ she flashed, a conflagration of fury stemming from the humiliation of having to listen to his arrogant assertion. ‘A slave! Oh, but I shall get away one day! You’re a fool if you think you can keep me a prisoner for ever!’
He turned away from her and she put a trembling hand to her chin. Tears sparkled on her lashes, tears of misery and despair. For he knew his strength, and her weakness, was confident that if she did have a child she could never leave him.
She saw him walking away, arrogance even in the strides he took and the way his head was held. Proud aristocrat that he was, he could not change the vile traits he had inherited along with that pride! For a moment she found herself dwelling on that temporary change that had come over him on the first night aboard the boat. That he had intended taking her seemed at one time a certainty, but for some reason her tears and pleading had softened him and he had amazed her by leaving the cabin. His voice and manner had been gentle, and it did seem that he was concerned about her. During the days that followed he had kept to his intention of living in harmony with her, but the rift had been opened again when he said they were nearing
He had taunted her with assertions that her resistance was nil against his technique, that she craved his lovemaking, enjoying the fulfilment just as much as he. She squirmed under the knowledge that it was true, every word he said. And even when he arrogantly stated that David could never have taken her to the heights to which he was transporting her, she again had to admit that he spoke the truth. David with his gentle, restrained approach would not even know how to begin the kind of lovemaking at which
The island was coming closer as the crew brought the
Catana
towards the harbour.
‘Our house is there.’ He had come to stand beside her again, with that cat-like stealth which had earlier caused her to compare him with a jungle beast. He was pointing to a magnificent mansion standing on a large plateau facing the harbour and the blue sea of the
‘It must have a wonderful view,’ was all she said, and thought that if she were coming to a place like this with the man she loved she would have felt herself to be the most fortunate woman in the world.
‘I hope you will find it all to your liking,
‘I’m to be kept a prisoner, of course. It’s puzzled me how you’ll manage that, but I expect you have a plan, and that your plan will work—just as your others have.’ she ended bitterly.
‘My servants will be told that you suffer from a nervous disorder which has the effect of making you want to wander off all by yourself. I am naturally most perturbed, and anxious that you shall come to no harm, so I expect them to keep an eye on you all the time. I have two gardeners who will watch you when you’re outside, and Pelayia, who will be your personal maid as well as having other tasks to do, will keep an eye on you when you are in the house—watching that you don’t go any further than the grounds.’
‘How very clever of you! And what if I tell them it’s all a pack of lies?’
A sardonic expression entered his eyes.
‘Do you suppose they’ll take your word before that of the man they have known for years? Do you imagine that any one of them is going to risk his or her job by allowing you to stray away?’
She looked at him through narrowed eyes.
‘Do they really take your word?’ she queried with intent interest in his expression. ‘What you’re really saying is that when you give them an order they obey it, blindly—not bothering to ask themselves what’s at the root of the order?’
He inclined his head in a gesture of assent.
‘They are paid by me. Work on this island is not easy to come by, which tends to make people hold on tenaciously to the jobs they have. I am confident,
She drew a deep breath.
‘You believe you can have a watch kept upon me for twenty-four hours of every day?’
The corners of his mouth lifted in a smile of amusement.
‘I myself shall be keeping a watch on you for a good portion of that time,’ he drawled. ‘From dinner time every day till after breakfast the next morning you will be my companion.’
She shot him a venomous glance as embarrassed colour mounted her cheeks.
‘My chief jailer, eh!’
‘Be careful,’ he advised in a very soft voice. ‘Don’t go too far. Your husband is not a patient man.’ Without giving her an opportunity of saying anything to that he walked away again. She turned her attention once more to the harbour and the boats lying in its shelter. But soon her erratic thoughts were wandering and she was wondering what David was doing at this moment. Was his agonised imagination creating pictures of what might have happened to her—rape, torture, and even death? Was he waiting in unbearable torment for news that her body had been found in a field or ditch? He would naturally fear the worst, losing hope with each day that passed. And over a fortnight had gone by since that fateful day.
Would David ever find out that she was married? If she escaped, yes, and the marriage would be annulled, while
Coming up to her again he said casually,
‘You’re very thoughtful,
She nodded and said in response,
‘Yes, I was thinking that I’d enjoy seeing you down there in the water, being attacked by a shark.’
‘I don’t believe you’re as bloodthirsty as that,’ he returned with a laugh, then added that there were no sharks in these waters.
‘My day will come,’
‘We shall see, my child. I’d take bets that within a month you’ll have become so attached to me that you will take back those words.’
Pompous, self-opinionated creature! She turned her back on him, hoping the action would rid her of his presence. But she was gripped by the shoulders and jerked round to face him. His features were harsh, ruthless in their twisted, pagan expression; she saw the quiver of a thin nostril, the compression of his mouth and the unmistakable threat in those fierce black eyes. It seemed that a violent shudder passed through every part of her body, affecting every nerve. Shades of fear and distress darkened her eyes and her mouth twisted convulsively.
‘Don’t you ever turn your back on me again!’ he snarled, shaking her mercilessly. ‘You’ll learn respect, my girl—or else!’
‘Let me go,’ she begged. ‘You’re hurting my shoulders!
‘There’ll be more than your shoulders hurt if you treat me like that again!
Tears glistened on her lashes as she looked at him; he released her, but his glowering expression remained. She thought he would make her apologise and knew she would have to obey him if he made the order. But to her intense relief he remained silent, staring out towards the island, where lights were gaining strength as the sun sank lower, leaving its pale gold glow behind it, a glow that illuminated the drifting curls of gossamer cloud that fluttered across the sky. Darkness fell swiftly in this part of the world, her husband had told her, as there was no long-drawn-out period between the end of a full daylight and the onset of night. Already stars could be seen, and the suggestion of a crescent moon in the gathering mauve-pearl shades of dusk.
The boat was drawing close to the old-world harbour, and