Bertrice Small - Bedazzled

"I shall do as I please," India answered him, and he laughed once more. "I am not just well connected, but rich as well, René, and when you are rich, you can do as you please," she told him.

"Within the law," her brother reminded her disapprovingly.

While the queen struggled to find her way within this new court she had been married into, and her French household and the English court jockeyed for dominance, the younger, less important members of her train, led by the chevalier St. Justine, and the younger English courtiers became friendly. None of them cared for power. They simply wanted to have fun. It was summer. The weather was pleasant, and new to court, most of them found it exciting. Filled with youthful exuberance, they involved themselves in hunting and picnics, boating, tennis, and archery contests from dawn till dusk. Then they danced the night away, or took part in little masques. Often the young queen joined them, for like her late mother-in-law, Anne of Denmark, she loved such merriment. The king, however, who had enjoyed his mother's revels in his youth, was now weighed down by his office, and not often amused.

"I want to go to Queen's Malvern," Lady Fortune Lindley complained to her mother one warm and muggy morning. "Why must we remain here with the court? We have never followed the court. Soon summer will be at an end, and we shall be returning to Glenkirk, Mama."

"Your sister has entered society, and if we are ever to find her a husband, Fortune, we must remain with the court. Right now, all the eligible young men are here," Jasmine explained to her middle daughter.

"If India wants to remain here, fine!" Fortune said, "but can't the rest of us go up to Queen's Malvern? It isn't just me. We all want to go, isn't that so, Henry?"

"I should be at Cadby," her brother agreed, nodding.

Jasmine looked to her children. "Charlie?" she said.

"I have paid my respects to my uncle, Mama, and been presented to the queen," Charles Frederick Stuart, the duke of Lundy replied. "It is not necessary for me to show myself at court again until the coronation, which my uncle, the king, says will be next winter."

The duchess of Glenkirk peered questioningly at her three Leslie sons.

"We would rather be in the country, Mama," said Patrick, speaking for himself and his two younger brothers, Adam and Duncan.

"I suppose that we could send the seven of you to Queen's Malvern," Jasmine said thoughtfully, "and your father and I could remain here to chaperone India, but you would have to behave yourselves if I did," she warned them.

"Adali is at Queen's Malvern, Mama," Fortune reminded her parent. "You know Adali would not let us run wild. If anything, he is sterner with us than you and Papa."

"Well," Jasmine considered, nibbling on her lower lip.

"And I will help him oversee the boys," Fortune pressed gently.

"And I will be at Cadby, Mama," Henry reminded her. "It would just be our younger brothers and the baby for Adali to monitor. Fortune will spend her days riding, and she cannot get into trouble just riding."

"I see no reason for your father to object," Jasmine decided. "Very well, you may all go up to Queen's Malvern."

"Yaaaaay!" her offspring cheered.

"When?" Fortune pressed.

"Tomorrow, if you can pack yourselves up by then," her mother replied, and Fortune's siblings cheered lustily once again.

"What is this all about?" India demanded to know, coming into the family hall where they were all seated. She was dressed for riding in a deep blue velvet skirt, and a jacket trimmed in silver.

"We are going to Queen's Malvern…" Fortune began.

India shrieked. "Nay! We cannot! I do not want to go up to the country. It is boring, and then before we know it we shall have to return to Scotland. Ohhh! \ shall never see Adrian again!" She turned on her sister. "This is all your doing, Fortune! You are simply jealous because the gentlemen are attracted to me, and not attracted to you and your carroty hair! Ohhh! I hate you! I shall never forgive you! I shall die if I cannot remain with the court!" She flung herself into a chair.

"If you ask me, she should be sent home to Glenkirk right now," muttered Henry Lindley, darkly.

"You are not going to Queen's Malvern, India," her mother said. "I intended to let you remain here with your father and me, but now I wonder if Henry isn't perhaps right. Apologize to your sister this moment! And I was not aware that Viscount Twyford had caught your fancy. He is not at all suitable for a girl of your breeding and wealth."

Henry Lindley quickly shook his head at India, denying any betrayal of her secrets.

"But I like Adrian, Mama. He is charming, and he is very amusing. And he likes me," India finished smugly.

"Has he said so?" Jasmine asked her daughter.

"Gracious, no!" India replied. "But René says it is so."

"Fortune is awaiting your apology," Jasmine said quietly.

India quickly hugged her sister. "I'm sorry," she said. "You know I didn't mean it, Fortune."

"If this is what an interest in men does to a person," Fortune answered, "I hope I shall never seek to attract a gentleman's attention." Then, picking up her skirts, she hurried from the hall, saying as she went, "I have to pack if we are to be ready by the morrow. Come, laddies!"

Her brothers scrambled to their feet and dashed after Fortune.

"Why don't you and Papa go with them?" India said innocently.

Jasmine laughed. "Because you must have a chaperone."

"But I'm seventeen!" India protested.

"Just," her mother reminded her.

"In Grandmother Velvet's day girls younger than I came to court," India grumbled. "I don't understand why I can't stay alone."

"In your grandmother's day, the girls at court your age were either maids-of-honor serving old Queen Bess, married, or in the charge of a parent or older relative, and, like you, seeking husbands of good name, good repute, and suitable fortunes. This is not, however, your grandmother's day. A young woman of good family is properly supervised by her family lest society receive the incorrect impression that she is either not valued, or that her behavior is loose."

"You are sooo old-fashioned," India muttered.

"If I am," her mother replied serenely, "I shall remain so, and until you have left my home for your husband's home, you will obey me. You will also not give me cause to regret that I have allowed you to remain with the court when I should far prefer to go home to Queen's Malvern myself with your sister and brothers. I am quite capable of changing my mind, India. Now, tell me about Viscount Twyford. Does he seek to pay his addresses to you? He really is not suitable, you know."

"Why not?" India was curious as to what her mother had heard.

"His father's family is a respectable one," Jasmine said. "They are Glocestershire people. I am sure you know about his brother, Deverall. It was quite a scandal, and such things do not die."

"Deverall Leigh murdered a rival," India said.

"So it was said, and the fact that he fled England did nothing to erase that impression. Many, however, did not believe it. Deverall Leigh was an honorable young man, but still it was his knife found in the victim's chest, and he ran away. A convenience for his stepmother, and her son, Adrian. No one saw or heard the murder of Lord Jeffers. His serving man was away that night, and there was no one else in the house. And, of course, there was the knife. Deverall Leigh can never return to England without facing the hangman's rope, for there is no one to attest to his innocence, if indeed he is innocent. I had heard that his father had disowned him. What choice did the poor man have? So your friend, Adrian, will one day be the earl of Oxton, and sooner than later if the rumors are to be believed," Jasmine finished.