Grace in Thine Eyes (3 page)

“Dearest?” Leana’s voice stirred Davina from her reverie. So did the sketchbook that she slid toward her. “I found this in your room and thought you might have need of it.”

Davina opened the clothbound volume to a blank page, then fingered the attached charcoal pencil, carved to a fine point by her father’s horn-handled knife. Whenever facial expressions or hand signals would not suffice to share her thoughts with others, she scribbled them along the margins of her sketches. Just now she felt a strong urge to draw something, to keep hand and mind occupied while the others ate, for she had little appetite.

Two servants entered from the kitchen, steaming dishes in hand. Rashers of bacon and a fragrant pot of cooked oats were added to the sideboard, joining a cold platter of sliced mutton and boiled hens’ eggs. The twins stood to fill their plates, more subdued than Davina had seen them in many a morning.

She swallowed a bit of dry oatcake, then quietly sipped her tea, searching her mother’s face for some clue of what the morning might hold. Was that a slight tremor in Leana’s chin? a hint of moisture in her eyes?

All at once her father thrust aside his half-eaten plate of food and dabbed his mouth, signaling his intentions. “I have important news that cannot wait any longer.”

Davina’s breath caught.
Please, Father. Let it be good news
.

Her brothers turned to the head of the table, their expressions grim, as Davina found her sketchbook pencil. It seemed their questions were about to be answered.

Two

A mother’s secret hope outlives them all.
O
LIVER
W
ENDELL
H
OLMES

L
eana McKie did not close her eyes or bow her head, yet still she prayed in the deepest recesses of her heart.
Help my sons understand. Let my daughter not be dismayed
.

Watching Davina grip her pencil more tightly, Leana longed to smooth back the wisps of red hair from the young woman’s brow to comfort her. To prepare her. Fearing the gesture might alarm Davina further, Leana folded her hands in her lap and gave Jamie her full regard. Her husband was not insensitive; he would deliver the news with care.

Though he did not stand, Jamie’s straight back and lifted chin commanded respect. He was suitably dressed in a burgundy coat and buff breeches, his shirt collar pointed above his cravat, his sleek hair tied at the nape of his neck. Charles, his new valet, had performed his duties well; the laird of Glentrool looked the part.

Jamie drew a letter from his waistcoat with some ceremony. “ ’Tis a post from a certain university, responding to my recent inquiry.” He scanned the creased paper as if looking for a particular passage. “Principal Baird writes, ‘Your twin sons are duly equipped for academic pursuits. Convey young William and Alexander to Edinburgh posthaste.’ ”

He could not have shocked their children more if he’d slapped their faces.

The twins stared at him, mouths agape. “Edinburgh?” Sandy managed to say, his voice taut as a rope.

When no one else spoke, Ian said, “Well done, lads.”

“Aye,” Leana said softly. “Well done.” Except this was not their doing; it was Jamie’s.

He waved the letter like a flag, capturing their attention once more.
“The principal goes on to say, ‘The summer term commences on the tenth of May.” Jamie laid the letter on the table, displaying the elegant script for all to see. “Come Tuesday next, Will and Sandy will be furthering their education in the capital.”

Will shifted in his seat. “You sound eager to have us gone, sir.” His even tone fooled no one; each word bore the weight of his anger. “I daresay we’ll hardly be missed.”

Oh, William
. Leana looked away, undone by the pain in his eyes, in his voice, in his posture. The years of neglect had taken their toll.
Say something, Jamie
.

For a moment Will’s challenge hung in the air, unanswered.

“On the contrary, you’ll be greatly missed,” Jamie finally said, “especially by the women of the household.”

Leana touched her daughter’s hand, offering what encouragement she could.
I am here, dearest. And always shall be
. She watched Davina’s pencil scratch across the page of her sketchbook, her mouth pressed into a thin line and her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Only Leana was close enough to read the words she’d written:
Must they go?

“A fair question,” Leana murmured, grateful for any discussion that might relieve the tension in the room. “Your father can explain why the lads are obliged to attend university.” She nodded at Jamie, praying his answer might ease Davina’s sorrow and the twins’ as well. The lass adored her brothers and would not bid them farewell gladly.

“All four of you have been well tutored by Mr. McFadgen,” Jamie reminded Davina, his manner toward her markedly kinder. “Now ’tis time your younger brothers sought their fortunes. In civil law perhaps. Or in the church.”

Leana eyed the twins, with their unruly hair and untamed natures. William a barrister? Alexander a minister? Athletic as they were and prone to pugnacious behavior, they had little interest in legal or ecclesiastical matters. Military life held more appeal, though with British regiments battling Napoleon on the Continent, Leana had done her best to quash such aspirations.

Will turned to his sister, his features stony. “I’m sorry, Davina. We did not … expect this.”

“We’ll come home as often as we can,” Sandy promised, though the doubt in his voice suggested otherwise. “Or perhaps you might visit us in Edinburgh.”

“Your studies will keep you well occupied,” Jamie said brusquely. “Do not extend invitations your sister cannot accept.”

Davina quietly closed her book, the pencil tucked inside. Her heart was hidden from view as well, for she ducked her head and would not let them see her face.

The air felt charged, as if a storm were approaching. Something had to be done. “Gentlemen.” Leana rose, prompting the men to their feet as well. “While you discuss your travel arrangements, Davina and I have plans of our own this morning.”

Taking her cue, Davina stood and followed her into the hall.

Leana slowly closed the dining room door behind them, praying that whatever conversation followed would be redemptive. Jamie, anxious to have the matter out in the open, had been too abrupt. Will, as usual, had become sullen, defensive. As for their daughter, Davina’s buoyant personality had been sorely tested with the unexpected news. Leana wished she might be in three places at once, smoothing all their ruffled feathers. Perhaps Ian would bring his calming influence to bear where she could not.

“Let us away, dearie.” Leana clasped Davina’s cool hand in hers and led her toward the stair, keeping her voice low. “Do not think ill of your father. He is acting in the twins’ best interest, for their fine minds should be put to good use. Alas, that cannot happen here at Glentrool, and so to Edinburgh they must go.”

Davina lifted her head at last, her eyes still wet with tears.

Oh my child
. Without a word Leana drew her daughter into her arms, tucking her head beneath her chin. Seventeen, aye, but so small, this one. “They will come home, Davina. And they will never forget you, these brothers of yours. I can promise you that.”

In the quiet entrance hall she heard voices rumbling behind the dining room door. Not raised, but not cordial. She would spare Davina imagining the worst.

“ ’Tis May Day,” Leana said softly, releasing her daughter from her embrace. “Whatever betides us, our neighbors will soon appear at our doorstep. And you’ve a fiddle that needs tuning, aye?” She started up the broad oak staircase, aiming her comments over her shoulder as Davina trailed after her. “Suppose we let Sarah dress your hair first, and then we’ll see how Robert is managing in the garden.”

The dark-haired lady’s maid stood by Davina’s dressing table, brush and comb at the ready. “I
ken
ye’ll be wantin’
tae leuk
yer best
whan
ye play yer fiddle, miss.”

Leana rested her hands on her daughter’s slender shoulders and met her gaze in the glass. “Most ladies of your acquaintance wear their hair tightly gathered atop their heads. Might you prefer something else?”

Davina’s expression brightened a little. She began weaving her long hair in a loose braid, then pointed to the dark green ribbons trailing beneath her bodice and to the pink gillyflowers in the china vase on her dresser. A thick braid plaited with flowers and ribbons was perfect for May Day, however unconventional the style. Parish folk had grown accustomed to Davina’s eccentricities and had pronounced her “an original.” When she brought Galloway’s rural scenery to life with only charcoal lines on a page, her artistic nature was on full display. And when she tucked her fiddle beneath her chin and sent her bow flying across the strings, her surrogate voice rang out sweet and clear.

Someday a perceptive gentleman would not only see Davina, he would instinctively
hear
her, discerning her thoughts and identifying her deepest longings. Leana withdrew into the shadowy doorway, hiding her sadness.
Please, Lord, may that day not come too soon
. With the twins leaving home and Ian old enough to marry, Leana knew her mothering years were drawing to a close. No more drying their tears or polishing their manners. No more stories by the hearth or prayers by their bedsides.

Her
bairns
were grown now, her cradlesongs forgotten. “
Baloo, baloo
, my wee, wee thing,” Leana sang softly, leaning her head on the doorpost.

Three

Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away.
I
SAAC
W
ATTS

Y
ou might have told us privately, Father.”

“Nae, you might have told us sooner.”

Jamie McKie deliberately folded his hands and rested them on the dining table. “I received the letter from Principal Baird only
yestermorn
. Your mother deserved to know first.” He fixed his gaze on Will and Sandy, lest they doubt his sincerity. “I chose to tell the four of you together so that Ian and Davina would not feel excluded.”

Will shot back, “But
our
lives are the ones being disrupted, not theirs.”

“That is not true,” Jamie countered. “What happens to one member of this family affects us all.”

After a moment’s silence, Ian cleared his throat. “Would you prefer that I leave, Father?”

“I would prefer that you stay.” Jamie rose, holding up his hand lest they consider pushing back their chairs as well. “Lads, I understand your frustration—”

“Nae, you do
not
!” Even while seated, Will stood up to him. “Sandy and I are being thrust out the door without any say in the matter.”

“ ’Tis a fact, Father.” Sandy, though less vocal, was no less antagonistic. “We chose neither the time nor the place—”

“They were not yours to choose.” Jamie fought to keep his voice low, glancing toward the kitchen door. He would not fill his servants’ ears with family gossip. “Since Walter McFadgen assured me you were ready, it seemed imprudent to delay your studies. No finer university exists in Scotland.” He softened his tone by intent. “Even you must admit that.”

“But to have no choice,” Will protested. “You cannot imagine what it is like to be evicted from your own home.”

I ken very well
. Jamie looked down, lest his sons see the truth in his eyes. “ ’Tis an accident of birth when an heir is born. Ian did not elect to be first, any more than you and Sandy chose to be second and third.” He lifted his head, meeting their misery head-on. “I did what I believed to be best for everyone. As laird of Glentrool, I have the right to make decisions for my children, such as where the two of you will be educated and whom Davina will marry.”

“Davina?” Will’s eyes narrowed. “Have you plans for our sister as well?”

“Nae, not at present.” He’d seen the look on Davina’s face when Leana had ushered her from the room. “ ’Tis my younger sons who concern me just now. I’ve arranged lodging in Edinburgh with Professor Russell and will escort you there personally. We leave at noon on Thursday.”

“
Hech!
” Will stood, throwing his napkin on the table. “A blithe journey we’ll have, the three of us.”

“And a fine May Day in the meantime,” Sandy fumed.

When the two stamped out of the room, Jamie did not demand an apology or insist they remain until dismissed. He’d challenged them enough. Later, when their tempers had cooled, he would mend whatever fences he could.

Still seated, Ian looked at him with a steady gaze, free of reproach. “I am sorry, Father. My brothers have not made this easy for you.”

“Nor should they.” Jamie began to pace in front of the hearth. “Ian, you cannot imagine how difficult life is for a second son. I asked you to stay so you might see for yourself what a vexing predicament your brothers face. Someday, Lord willing, you will have sons of your own.” He stopped pacing long enough to catch Ian’s eye. “And when the time comes, you will remember this hour.”

“I’ll not likely forget it, sir.” Ian stood and offered a slight bow. “If I may …”

“By all means.” Jamie bowed as well, sending the lad to his duties. Ian spent each morning at his desk, examining his ledgers and learning
the intricacies of estate management. The Almighty had selected a fine heir in Ian McKie. “Aye, and left the others for me to manage,” Jamie grumbled aloud. He had not handled things well. Though his gentle wife would never tell him so, he knew it to be true.

He quit the dining room, bound for the library. If Ian could bury himself in columns of numbers, he would do the same. Anything to clear his mind of a heartbroken daughter and angry sons. The muffled sounds of servants at work echoed through the cavernous house as he stepped into the entrance hall.

Leana’s voice floated down the stair. “Aye, you look lovely, Davina. I’ll watch for you and your fiddle in the garden at noon.”