Lily in Bloom (22 page)

Eric reentered the room and smiled at his wife as he came over to kiss her. “Where are you going?” she asked, the concern evident in her voice.

He laughed. “It's a ship, I can only go so far. But I need to speak with the captain about plans for the trip.”

Lily smiled, too. “You said we would be on the ship for a couple of weeks. We are not going straight to Boston?”

Shaking his head, Eric stroked her hair. “I thought we might take a break and a honeymoon of sorts. It might be nice to feel like we are not under attack for a few weeks.”

“Then why do I have the guard?” Eric chuckled at her observance.

“I just want to keep you safe. A precaution. Kurt is a bit gruff but no one can protect you as fiercely as him.” He kissed her forehead and stood up to leave.

Lily lay back down on the bed stretching and arching her back. “Are you sure you have to leave now? What about breakfast?” she asked innocently enough, but Eric could see right through her and he smiled devilishly as he picked her up out of the bed with only a sheet covering her.

He kissed her long and hard and she found herself panting for more. “There is nothing I would like to do more than stay for breakfast.” He paused smiling wickedly at her. “But it turns out that keeping you safe is a full-time job.”

He laid her back down on the bed and gave her one last kiss. “I will see you later, Mrs. Sampson.”

Lily lay in bed a little while longer than got out to wash up and dress. Her stomach was beginning to grumble and she would have to hunt down some food. She stepped out of her door and realized that the man, Kurt, that had been set as her guard was none other than the man who pummeled Andrews the night before. He gave her a long look but said nothing.

Lily cleared her throat. “I didn't thank you properly for what you did for me yesterday. If there is anything I can do—”

Kurt cut her off. “You can stay out of trouble and make my job as easy as possible.”

She nodded, unsure of what to say. His tone and demeanor annoyed her but she had asked and now she would acquiesce to his request. It shouldn't be that difficult anyway. How much trouble could she get into on a boat?

“Perhaps you could show me to the galley. I could use a little something to eat.” He nodded and turned, walking off without saying a word. She had no choice but to follow.

When they arrived in the tiny kitchen area, Lily could see that it was a mess. The crew of fifteen men were all fed from this one part of the boat.

 “There's some grub over there.” The cook pointed toward some vittles on the stove. They were less than appetizing, but Lily scooped some out for herself anyway. She returned to the deck to eat, glad for the fresh sea breeze and the beautiful view. Lily wondered what she was going to do with her day. She was not used to being idle and it made her restless. As she stood there, she watched some sailors pulling down a sail.

“It's got a rip in it again,” she heard one call.

“Dammit, another one. I hate sewing those damned things up.” The other spat over the side of the ship.

“Excuse me.” Lily suddenly made a decision. If she were going to be on this ship, she may as well make herself useful. “I'll sew it for you.” Kurt, who had been leaning against the rail, stood up suddenly to give her a sharp look. She wasn't sure if this was his idea of staying out of trouble, but she didn't see what the harm was.

“We couldn't ask you to do that. It's our job and you’re...” He paused then lowered his voice. “The boss’s wife,” he finished.

Lily had to smile at that. “Don't be silly. I'm just standing here. I may as well be useful. If you will show me the stitch you use, I would be happy to do it.”

One of the men found her a chair to sit in the shade while the other got out the needle and thread. It was a big tear and was going to take her a while to stitch properly but it felt nice to do something. If her hands weren't busy, she would have had a great deal more time for idle thought.

When she had finished, Kurt fetched the men to take the sail. Lily decided to head back to the kitchen. After days of not eating a great deal, she found herself famished again.

When she got to the kitchen, she found the cook hard at work. He had clearly finished plucking several geese and was trying to cook some dish. He looked fit to be tied.

“How's it going?” Lily quietly asked.

He threw his hands in the air. “With Sampson on the boat...” He paused. “Sorry ma'am. Your husband is a good owner, better than most, but with him on the boat, the captain has ordered all this extra food and wants all these complicated dishes. I got these geese I gotta cook up and strawberries I'm supposed to make into some dessert.”

“How many pie pans have you got?” Lily asked.

“I don't know, maybe seven.” He pointed over to a corner.

“Do you have any rhubarb?”

“Yeah, how'da know?” Cook looked perplexed.

“Not from Maine, are you?” She smiled and grabbed some lard and flour.

He shook his head and started clearing a space for her.

It took her three and a half hours but at the end she had seven beautiful, strawberry rhubarb pies. She had to admit, they looked good enough to eat.

Kurt had been standing silently in the doorway for most of the time while she and the cook chatted away. She had learned all the gossip on almost every crew member and the captain. She hadn't seen Kurt eat anything but he was staring fixedly at the pies. She took the small ball of remaining dough and the little of the filling left and popped it in the oven. Feeling the blast of heat, reminded her of how hot and sweaty she was, spending the afternoon in front of a hot stove.

“Kurt, would it be possible to have a bath brought to the room. I'm a mess.”

“Yes ma'am. I'll be back in just a minute.”

“He actually speaks.” Lily muttered more to herself but she heard Cook chuckle.

“He does but that was the politest sentence I may've ever heard him utter. Not much for being friendly but he's tougher than most and loyal to the bone. He'd give his life for you because you’re the boss’s wife.” Cook nodded his head to emphasize his words and Lily pondered them. She couldn't have spent the day with two more opposite men. Cook seemed to say whatever came into his head while Kurt barely spoke.

“He's been grumpier than normal lately though.” Cook waved a knife to emphasize his point.

“Why is that?” Lily asked genuinely curious about the man.

“Sailor a few months ago, got in a tiff with Kurt, took a knife to his pillow. Kurt loved that thing, don't know why. Anyway Kurt thrashed the guy to a bloody pulp. The guy, can't remember his name, left shortly after.” Cook shrugged.

Lily wondered what the significance of the pillow was. A lost love? “Would you mind if I used the goose feathers tomorrow?” she asked Cook.

“Sure, take ‘em. And thanks for your help today. I couldn't have done it without you and it sure was nice to have company.”

“It was my pleasure. Thanks for sharing your kitchen.” She reached down and pulled her mini pie out of the oven. Kurt walked back into the kitchen.

“Your bath is ready.” He turned to lead her back to the room.

“Wait.” She turned and slid the pie onto a plate. “This is for you.” She handed him the plate. “You haven't eaten all day.” She smiled and left the plate in his hands as she walked back to her room.

She quietly heard him utter, “Thank you.”

AFTER A BATH, LILY DRESSED
her hair and put on one of the dresses Eric had gotten for her. She felt so much better and was growing excited as the evening approached. Eric walked in looking tired. He gave her a genuine smile and when he sat on the bed to strip off some of his clothes. She sat down next to him. “How was your day?”

Instead of answering, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. “Better now.” He kissed her again until she was breathless. “How about you?”

“Very good, thank you.” She smiled and he looked slightly surprised.

“You weren't too bored?” Eric turned to look at her face to read her expression.

“Oh, no. I kept myself busy,” she answered evasively. She didn't want him to tell her that she had to stay in the room or that she shouldn't be doing work.

“Doing what?” he asked, not letting it go.

“Some sewing and a little cooking.” He looked at her with one eyebrow raised but said nothing else as he began to bathe and dress.

They had dinner with the Captain, First Officer, and Kurt. The conversation was slightly stilted. She hadn't heard any hint as to what they had planned that day and there seemed to be little else to talk about. They exhausted commenting on the weather, the sea, and the coast of New England. Lily was extremely relieved when dinner was finished. She was hoping to speak with Eric privately about what plans they had made that day.

Lily sat quietly as two of the pies were brought in by Cook; the rest were for the crew. The Captain looked extremely surprised and turned to Cook. “Impressive!”

“Don't get used to it,” Cook said, looking slightly offended. “I didn't bake 'em, she did.”

“You baked two pies today?” Eric said, raising an eyebrow.

“She didn't bake two pies.” The Cook slapped the two pies on the table and Lily tried to catch his eye to tell him to stop but he wasn't paying attention. “She baked seven of 'em, which the men ate every bite of. You'd think I never cook 'em anything. And she sewed a sail today, too. You'd think Venus had stepped on the boat the way they're singing her praises.”

The Captain cleared his throat. “Thank you, Cook. That will be all.” Lily was looking in her lap, suddenly embarrassed by the praise and slightly nervous as to what Eric and Captain White would think of her getting involved in daily ship life.

Cook nodded then turned back and said, “Come back tomorrow if you want.” He smiled and winked at her then left.

“You were busy today.” Eric looked at his wife, sounding slightly amused.

“I hope it's all right. I'm not very good at sitting idly and there seems to be so much work to do.” She looked from the Captain to her husband, hoping to get some clue by the look on their faces.

“It can't hurt that you're winning over the crew,” said the Captain as he nodded and looked longingly at the pie.

“Next time, please check with me first.” Eric winked then turned to Captain White. “Shall we?”

Everyone ate in silence and Lily felt herself growing more nervous. Were they that angry with her? Finally, his pie all gone, Eric spoke, “Where did you learn to cook like that?”

Her face broke into a huge grin. “I mentioned, I'm not good at sitting idly. I spent a great deal of time during my childhood under the cook's feet or following the maids around. My mother encouraged it. She said it's good for a mistress to understand the jobs of her staff and I'm sure she preferred it to me trying to follow my brothers around.” She smiled again and heard the men around her chuckle.

“Are you planning on cooking again tomorrow?” Captain White asked looking slightly hopeful.

“I don't know. Even though Cook asked, I am afraid he might grow tired of my help. Besides, I have a sewing project in mind that I can do without getting in the way of the crew.”

Kurt had remained silent and was on his third piece of pie. Finally he spoke, “I haven't had pie like this in twenty years. At least not since this afternoon.”

“You cooked extra pie for Kurt? Where was my pie this afternoon?” Eric said looking, not put out, but pleased.

She laughed in response and he gave her a small kiss on the cheek which made her blush.

They soon left and returned to their room. As soon as they were back in the room, Eric began to kiss her neck.

She playfully pushed him away. “Tell me what happened today.”

“You mean like, a little cooking and sewing?” He gave her a one-sided smile.

She looked sheepishly at her feet. “Sorry about that, I didn't know how you would react. My mother was always full of mischief. I seem to be growing more like her by the day.”

“It's all right. Captain White is very good at strategy and we are trying to form plans for every scenario. We want to have a shell in place that will combat almost any set of circumstances.” Lily sat on the bed. Even after a day, she had begun to relax and feel safer. The reality of her situation, however, came crashing back to her.

Eric sat down on the bed next to her and wrapped his arms around her. “I am going to keep you safe. I have a cousin who is a duke. If we have to, we'll head to England. There is nothing like a castle to keep you protected.”

Lily laughed despite herself and she felt her spirits lift a little. “Toby would love a castle.”

Eric kissed her forehead and pulled her into his lap. “I really mean it. I am not going to let anything happen to you.”

She nestled close to him. “You told me that your work really suffered when you first married Caitlin. I'm afraid I am even worse!”

He gave her a squeeze. “You’re worth it.”

Lily woke the next morning feeling like she had never slept so well in her life. The sun was already high in the sky and Eric had left. She got up and dressed and headed to the galley for some breakfast and the start of her next project. She grabbed some shirts they had used on the trail and brought them with her out on to the deck.

She greeted Cook and got to work. Lily boiled the shirts then took the large bag of feathers. She hung the shirts up to dry then found a shady spot on the deck and began the tedious process of going through the feathers. She had to find only the softest and most flexible feathers to use as stuffing and discard the larger ones. It took her most of the morning but by the time she was done, she had enough feathers for a decent-sized pillow.

Just as Lily was about to leave for lunch, two of the sailors rushed up to her, one bleeding from his upper arm. “Ma’am, can ya stitch him? He's bleedin' real bad!”

She stood up from her chair looking at Kurt, who had been keeping silent guard. “Can you find me some thread?”

He nodded once and disappeared, returning with a bag of sewing supplies. She looked at him. “Captain got it when he heard there'd be a lady on the boat,” he said.