As Meat Loves Salt. Maria McCann

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СКАЧАТЬ At your mother I started guiltily, for I had not missed her. We strolled in a leisurely fashion towards the maze entrance, and my vanity was tickled when I heard one woman tell another that I was a very proper man.

      ‘Wait till you see her wedding clothes. Beautiful as the day,’ said Godfrey, craning his head backwards to speak to me. I could not help but grin like a fool, though the fresh collar chafed my neck. I put my finger down it and pulled to loosen the stuff as we stepped between the rosemary hedges.

      I am to be espoused. I am to be espoused. Bound to a woman who wondered, in her innocence, if I suspected another man of killing Walshe. The thought was enough to rob me of breath. We rounded the last corner and passed through a high dense arch. There I turned, and waited. Everyone watched me wait.

      First came my brothers, pacing with branches of rosemary before them, Izzy’s slight lurch a foil to Zeb’s long supple stride. The sun glanced off their thick black hair, so exactly like my own, all three of us showing like gypsies among our fair-complexioned friends. Both bridesmaids turned towards Zeb as he approached, as daisies open themselves to the dawn.

      Caro entered the maze in profile to us, so that I saw first her long neck and the sapphire drop depending from her right ear. Her hair hung down her back. It had been brushed and polished with silk so that it shone beneath the chaplet of wheat and roses. When she turned to face me I took the full force of her beauty, which seemed almost that of a lady, her gown cut low, her neck and shoulders of cream. This was Caro transformed indeed, wondrous tight-laced, in silk the colour of June sky – I could never have procured her such. Her brown eyes rested on me with a delight equal to my own. Drawing near, we bowed and curtseyed each to the other and a general aah of pleasure ran through the company. The bridal finery showed more of her breasts than I had ever seen before: I tried not to gape like a lumpkin at the delicately gleaming skin thus revealed.

      ‘Son.’ My mother’s voice cut through this delectable contemplation. I went at once to where she was standing in the little gateway cut in the left-hand hedge. We embraced and she wept, saying her Elias stood before her in the flesh. That did please me. Though others had remarked on it, Mother had never yet given me so much in the way of praise as to say I was the print of my father.

      ‘Do you not think her beautiful, Jacob?’ She indicated Caro. ‘The earrings show very brave against her neck, do they not?’ By which I understood that the two of them had made up their quarrel.

      ‘She is an angel,’ I said, as all bridegrooms do. I scented pomade on Caro’s hair and wanted to touch it, but feared to spoil the hairdresser’s work. Tears stood in my eyes, I could hardly have said why.

      ‘Pray come this way – this way, friends—’ That was Peter, whose job it was to shepherd the guests to their rightful places. I turned to see him leading them to some trestle tables disposed about the knot garden. There was one table longer than the rest and he waved laughingly to me, to show that was where we should sit when the thing was done. Half stunned, I listened to the shuffling and rustling, the chatter and laughs as Godfrey helped folk arrange themselves. The field workers were put in a separate group near the hedge. I remembered the day when Caro and I had sat on the knot garden bench and quarrelled over Zeb’s secret.

      Holding hands, we stood in the midst of those assembled as if summoned before the officers. Before us on the cloths were light and creamy things, suitable for bride tables: chicken cullis, Devonshire whitepot, quaking pudding and (I thought of Mervyn) a row of syllabubs, each in a separate vessel with a cunning spout for drinking off the liquor. Music drifted from the far end of the knot garden, where a small group of hired players kept a respectful distance. The guests spread themselves and fluffed out their garments, the better to enjoy the warmth of the day.

      ‘Time we married, Izzy, if this be how it is,’ proclaimed Zeb from the end of the long table, and I wondered if, despite his fears, he still missed Patience.

      ‘Do you know your words?’ Caro whispered.

      ‘Yes, but no matter if I forget.’ I had insisted we should have the sponsalia (as the betrothal was called in Latin) de praesenti, for such a betrothal, even without witnesses, made us one just as if we had been joined by the priest. It needed only the swearing of vows. I had a horror of being married by My Lady’s ‘spiritual director’, who stank of Rome, or by Doctor Phelps, the pastor of the village church, who had once preached there that the poor, being God’s special care, should rather be envied than relieved, and that a poor man who complained of his lot did so at the instigation of Mammon, naked greed, ‘for sure he had not the breeding to make right use of riches if he had them’. On that occasion I had sat sizing up the man of God, allowing myself – in fancy – to beat him to his knees. No one had ever fought me and won, and I did not think the good doctor would be the first. Now, with Peter’s glass of wine warming me to a pleasant freedom, I felt more than ever that Phelps was best away. Wed to such a wife as Caro, I thought, ‘tis a poor return to break the parson’s teeth.

      ‘Why do you laugh?’ Caro pulled on my sleeve.

      ‘I’ll tell you later.’ Smiling to myself, I glanced up and saw Godfrey coming over to us.

      ‘It is now. O, I feel sick,’ murmured Caro.

      My Lady looked tenderly at her across the dishes of food, calling, ‘Take heart, child. A few minutes and you are man and wife.’

      Now I was the one suddenly sick, not for the stumbling words of a vow, or that I might speak foolishly before the company, but for the huge thing I had undertaken. There might come a time, and soon, when my wife repented of her bargain, but there was no breaking off after this, though we should prove scorpions to one another. I saw Zeb staring at me, wondering, it might be, what was become of Patience, or envious of what I had won for my own.

      ‘Here, wife.’ I put my arm under Caro’s to steady her trembling. Under our feet was the flagged square at the centre of the maze, and around us the knot garden, with other stone flags supporting the trestles. The young men gawped and grinned, while their lasses dug them in the ribs and devoured Caro’s gown with their eyes. Older people looked wistful, or dabbed at their cheeks. My mother sniffled. I heard speeches on my looks, and on hers, spoken out loud as if we were both of us deaf. Izzy nodded to me as if to say, it would come right. Most of all I remarked Zeb, whose features looked to be carved in stone. Though I fixed him, eye to eye, he appeared unaware; one would say he looked not at me, but through me.

      ‘Have you the ring? Give it here.’ Godfrey thrust a swollen square of lacy stuff towards us.

      Caro glanced down at the lace and giggled. ‘My Lady’s pincushion.’

      I put the scrap of gold on it. Godfrey snapped his fingers. A little boy in silks ran forward and was placed officiously to my left to hold the cushion. The steward, plainly happy in his work, stepped aside with a swirling movement and the guests grew quiet.

      ‘Friends, we are here to witness the solemn contract of two of our company,’ Godfrey announced. ‘Known to us all, and respected by all as honest folk and faithful servants. We pray that their union may be long, happy and fruitful.’

      ‘Amen,’ I answered along with the rest. The moment was come. Clearing my throat, I took a firm grip on Caro’s left hand. ‘I, Jacob, do take thee, Caroline, to my wife, from this day forth, and do call on these here present to witness.’ I then took the wedding band (the boy near bursting with importance all this while) and worked it over her finger. ‘In token of which, I do give thee this ring.’

      Her flesh was cold and damp: I pressed it between my warmer, drier palms to infuse her with strength. The music had ceased, and as I thus soothed СКАЧАТЬ