John Locke - Now and then

Twelve pounds of silver was an exorbitant, ridiculous price for a dowry, which proved to Jack they thought him a fool. Jack said, "Go back inside. I'll speak to the child and give you my answer afterward."

Richard and Patience exchanged a glance, and Patience moved closer to Jack and whispered, "No offense, sir, but do you have the money with you? Because if so, we'd like to conclude the transaction before you put your hands on her. You might, no offense, lower her value by the degree of inspection you're planning to undertake."

While she spoke to Jack, Richard whispered something in the girl's ear. He left her with a stern glare, walked over to Jack and said, "I've told her not to scream should you decide to touch her. However, in the name of fairness, should you choose to sample her wares in a more deliberate manner, remuneration to the parents would be in order, due to her current state of innocence and the effect of wear and tear upon her future value."

Jack said, "I can assure you that I shall not be sampling this child's wares anytime soon, though I wish to speak to her a few moments.

"But you are interested?" Patience said.

"I am." Jack pressed a crown in each of their greedy hands and waited until they went inside. He picked up a lantern and crossed the yard to the horse post and untied the lead line around her neck and said, "If I untie your hands and promise not to touch you otherwise, will you walk with me a few steps and talk?"

Johanna nodded her head uncertainly.

Jack untied her and led her to the bench next to the watering tough. As they walked, he noticed her limping. They sat, and Jack asked some basic background questions and got yes or no answers in return. But when he asked, "How are you being treated by your father at home?" she said, "I cannot answer these questions without receiving severe punishment."

"I'll tell no one."

"There is something about you that makes me believe you," she said. "Something that calms me and makes me want to tell you what you seek to know. But he will certainly wish to know of what we spoke here, and he will beat the truth out of me."

Johanna turned her back to him and dropped the top of her shift so he could see her scars from being lashed.

"These marks are still wet with blood," Jack said.

"How else would they have got me to come?"

"I promise they will not beat you again."

"You'd have to marry me to keep that promise."

Jack sighed. "I would be inclined to do so if for no other reason than to save you from your father's brutality. But I can't keep a wife. I travel and it's often dangerous places I go."

"You could marry me and keep me under any type of shelter that has a roof and walls and I'll improve the place and be there when you return from your travels. I'm not experienced in wifely ways, but I can chuck rocks well enough to kill small animals to skin and cook in a pot. I can clean and sew and will do as I'm told, though I will be grateful not to be beaten or cuffed about should I vex you unintentionally."

For one who seemed so shy at first she was proving to be a chatty little thing.

"You're tall enough," Jack said, "but you seem quite young. Are you even close to the age of consent?"

"I am twelve, sir, by almost nine months. There is proof from a midwife, as mine was a difficult birth."

"Are these two in fact your parents?"

"They are."

Now that Jack had her talking, the words spilled out of her. She told him that her father was a mean drunk who beat her older sister to death and made it appear to be an accident. "He's nearly killed me twice," she added, "though not recently, as I have to gain strength again before trying to run away."

"And yet you keep trying."

"I do, sir."

"What's his drink of choice?" Jack asked, and Johanna gave him a funny look.

"Kill Devil," she said.

"Aye, that would do it," Jack said. Kill Devil was rum laced with gunpowder. It had been Blackbeard's favorite drink. "So your father drinks regular and beats you?"

"Regular enough."

"What about neighbors? Is there no one nearby to offer help?"

"We live deep in the woods where there's no one near to hear me scream. By day he keeps me tied to a lead line which is convenient because he can use it to beat me with, should I move too slow in my chores. He threatens to hobble me if I run away again, and would have by now, except that he couldn't get a fair price for me. Of course I am as horrid as I can be around them, thinking he might wish me gone enough to lower the price."

"I've met wood children before," Jack said. "How is it you learned such a fine manner of speech?"

"They weren't always like this. Before the poverty and drink seized him they were decent people. Mother was educated in London, taught my sister and me to read and write, taught my sister Lisbeth mostly, but Lisbeth taught me much. It was she who started the running away."

"What did he whisper to you just now?"

She looked around. Jack said, "It's all right. You can tell me."

"He told me if you turn me down, he's going to ruin me for all men."

Jack held up the lantern and saw the bruises running up and down her arms and legs. She had choke marks on her neck, and her cheekbones were in various stages of healing. A blood bruise covered half her right eye, and her lip was fat from a recent slap or punch. A line of dried blood started at the corner of her mouth and made a stain down her chin. She looked around again and whispered, "Though he quoted you twelve, he'd be happy with half that. Should you be interested in saving me, that is."

"You seem a lovely sort. A decent man wouldn't quibble over the price."

"Are you a decent man, sir?"

"I like to think so."

"I'd like to have children someday."

Jack nodded. He took her to mean she feared being ruined by her father, should Jack turn her down.

"He'll eventually kill me," she said. Her body began shaking, and he realized she was crying. "Please, sir," she said. "I can butcher your kill and cut it down and salt it. I'm handy in the woods. I know some healing herbs and I'm good at finding tubers. If you save me I'll never give you reason to regret it."

Maybe it was the welts and bruises, or the unfairness of it all, or maybe just the rotgut from dinner buzzing his brain. But Jack had asked to hear her tale of woe, and now he couldn't bear to hear another word. He took her by the hand and together they walked across the yard to George's front door, and when they opened it, Jack amazed himself by announcing he would marry Johanna Bradford that very night. He opened his kit and paid Richard and Patience Bradford twelve pounds sterling for their daughter's hand in marriage.

The only requirement for a legally valid marriage in 1710 was the completion of a marriage contract called a 'spousal,' and the exchange of vows. The entire process could be completed in minutes, with no witnesses required. For this reason, most young lovers were able to marry in secret. But Jack and Johanna had a number of witnesses. George prepared the contract, Jack and Johanna exchanged words, drinks were passed around, and then Johanna went with Marie to help put the child Steffan to bed.

Jack had half a mind to kill Johanna's parents where they stood, but in deference to his bride he hustled them out of the house and told them to leave and never come back. With that chore out of the way, Jack sat down and worked out a payment for George and Marie to house Johanna and teach her to be a proper "helpmate," meaning a woman who knew how to keep a house and educate children.

"She can sleep in the guest room unless we have a visitor," George said.

Jack paid George two months in advance and said, "Her father claims she's wrong in the head, but I think he's the one that's crazy. But if she proves too much for you, I'll work out a different arrangement when I return."