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‘Find out?' he said firmly. ‘No! We'll have none of that. We'll be honest and straightforward and say what happened. We'll have no more secrets. Everything will be above board from now on. You'll tell of how you made a mistake and if this fellow that you might meet has owt about him and loves you truly, then he'll still want you anyway – and if he doesn't, then he's not welcome here.'

Rosa peered into the ditches as they walked. The primroses were in bloom, as were the cowslips. Water speedwell and forget-me-not had opened their blue flowers and water mint was creeping along the sides of the ditch and bending rounded heads towards the water. There was a promise of summer in the sweet smell of blackthorn blossom and cow parsley, the sound of warblers in the hedges and the warm aroma of sheep and horses.

‘Spain was so vivid, so colourful.' She bent to pick a buttercup and the single braid, which she had plaited as she used to, swung over her shoulder. ‘But I missed the delicate colours of English flowers.' She put the yellow flower
beneath Matthew's chin and smiled at the golden reflection on his skin. She linked her arm through his as they walked. ‘My father's family live in a small village in the mountains. It took three days to get there from Zaragoza, travelling by mule and donkey. We climbed to a high plateau and the village was surrounded by trees. My first feelings were that I was totally hemmed in. I had no feeling of space and of course there was no river, only mountain streams.

‘All of the family had come to meet me, for Mr and Mrs Bennett's son had kindly sent a message to them from his home in Zaragoza. He and his new wife travelled with me and acted as interpreters. My father's brothers and sisters and their children – my cousins! – oh, so many of them, all came to my grandmother's—' She smiled. ‘My
Spanish
grandmother's house to meet me.

‘My father's younger brother, the eleventh child, was only eleven months younger than my father and apparently was the most like him, they were almost like twins seemingly. He was olive-skinned and always smiling; his hair was black, his teeth very white, his eyes dark and merry and he wore a gold earring. I have a picture now in my head of how my father might have looked.'

Matthew had stayed silent as she was speaking, for this was the first time she had talked of her new family and he wanted it to unfold as and when she was ready.

‘My grandmother, who of course couldn't speak English and neither could I speak her
language, on meeting me for the first time, beckoned me to sit beside her. She stroked my face and loosened my braid and brushed out my hair, smoothing it with her fingers and murmuring something, I knew not what, and then she pinned a flower in my hair. When I asked Mr Bennett what she was saying, he said that she called me her English princess who had come home to her.'

They were approaching the river and Matthew took her hand to help her up the embankment to stand on the top. She closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath to absorb the salty scents of the estuary and gave out a great sigh. Then she looked up-and downriver. The Dutch fluyt was moored just off Stone Creek. ‘The ship is here again,' she said in surprise. ‘I wonder why? Shall we walk down there?'

‘I meant to tell you,' he said, as they turned in the direction of the creek. ‘Your gran has had a visitor. Seamus Byrne came to see her.'

‘Seamus?' she said. ‘He came back? But why would he go to see Gran?'

‘Everybody else was out, your gran was the only one at home. He wanted to find out where his brother was buried and he was so grateful when she told him that we had attended his funeral. That we had forgiven him. He broke down and cried, she said, and told her that his brother hadn't been wicked, but that his mind had turned when he was in prison. He also said that when John Byrne was a young man, he had admired your father above all others.'

‘I'm so sorry,' she began. ‘I would have liked to
have seen him. My last memories of Seamus were not good.'

‘Well,' he said, ‘Seamus told Gran Jennings that he'd bought shares in a ship and was working from Holland, but legitimately now. He's turned over a new leaf apparently.'

She laughed. ‘I'm not sure if I can believe that!'

As they approached Stone Creek they could see the ship out in deep water. The light was good and they saw that the hull was freshly painted and the name too on the side of the old ship was newly outlined in red. The
Rosa Maria
.

Rosa gave a deep sigh. For it to be here now, just as she had returned, seemed incredible. There were men moving about on board and preparing to sail. Other seamen were up on the yardarms and jib booms. One man on deck seemed to be giving orders, and Rosa narrowed her eyes for she saw him raise an arm in their direction.

‘His build looks rather like—' she began.

‘It is!' Matthew answered.

‘Seamus?' She was astonished. ‘Has he bought shares in my father's old ship, the
Rosa Maria
?'

‘Seemingly so. He wanted to know when you were coming back and although Gran Jennings couldn't tell him exactly, he said to her that he would wait as long as he could.'

‘I wonder why?' she said curiously.

‘We were all waiting for you, Rosa,' Matthew said softly. ‘And me more than anybody. I was so full of black despair when you first went away. I
didn't know how I would survive, I missed you so much.'

She turned her eyes away from the ship and looked at him. ‘Whilst I was in Spain, my grandmother asked if I would stay with them in their village and make my home there. They had a lovely house, the largest in the village, though it wasn't a castle,' she added with a smile.

‘But I said that I couldn't as someone was waiting for me at home. Someone whose love was as enduring and constant as the river which ran by our land was constant in its ebb and flow.' She touched his face with her fingers. ‘That someone who, when he kissed me goodbye, had kissed my heart awake.'

He bent towards her and she lifted her lips to meet his. The sound of a faint cheer came from the
Rosa
Maria
and they both turned and laughed as they saw the seamen on deck waving to them.

‘I've brought you something back,' she said, and put her hand into her skirt pocket. ‘It matches one that was my mother's.' She took out a small box and gave it to him.

Carefully he opened it and lifted the white silk which covered a plain gold ring.

‘It's Spanish gold,' she said. ‘It once belonged to my grandfather. He left it to be given to his son, Decimus Miguel, my father, if ever he should return to Spain, and my grandmother wanted me to have it in his stead.

‘I said that I would love to accept it if I could give it to my special person, as I already have one which my father had given to my mother.'

They put their arms around each other and Matthew kissed the top of her head and she knew that she had never felt such happiness.

‘
All hands on deck
.' The call carried on the wind. The seamen were running the rigging and adjusting the yards and sails. ‘
Cast
off!
' They heard the rattle of the capstan and the anchor cables as the anchor was hauled aboard. Then a command rang out but they couldn't catch what it was. The red flag with the white circle was hauled down from the topgallant mast and another hoisted. It was white and ragged at the edges but it fluttered in the breeze which was always brisk and frolicsome by the river, and clearly showed the red rose in the centre.

‘
Make sail!
' The sails unfurled and began to fill and the sun shone on them, turning them to pale gold. Rosa and Matthew watched in silence as the stately old ship's timbers creaked and groaned and its canvas thundered. ‘
Stand
by!
'

The
Rosa Maria
began to gather way and commence its voyage towards the tip of Spurn and the Humber mouth and the open sea. Rosa held her breath for a brief moment and felt a poignant, wistful emotion. Matthew gazed down at her and she smiled, then together they lifted their arms and waved a final goodbye.

THE END

About the Author

Valerie Wood was born in Yorkshire, where she still lives. Her first novel,
The Hungry Tide
, was the first winner of the Catherine Cookson Prize for Fiction.

For more information on Val Wood and her books, see her website at
www.valeriewood.co.uk

Also by Val Wood

 

THE HUNGRY TIDE

ANNIE

CHILDREN OF THE TIDE

THE ROMANY GIRL

EMILY

GOING HOME

ROSA'S ISLAND

THE DOORSTEP GIRLS

FAR FROM HOME

THE KITCHEN MAID

THE SONGBIRD

NOBODY'S CHILD

FALLEN ANGELS

THE LONG WALK HOME

RICH GIRL, POOR GIRL

HOMECOMING GIRLS

 

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ROSA'S ISLAND

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