The Baroque Cycle - The System Of The World Part 33

She smiled, though she tried ever so hard not to. "He's not technically the Prince of Wales yet yet. We have to go to England and get coronated."

"Crowned. Try p.r.o.nouncing that that-it's got a W W in the middle of it. I shall see you in a few hours, my lady, my princess." in the middle of it. I shall see you in a few hours, my lady, my princess."

"And-?"

"My lover."

"Fare well on your mysterious errand-my lubber."

"Oh, 'tis nothing-just an insomniacal Englishman who wants to go for walkies."

"Val-kees?" Caroline repeated. But Johann had tossed the troublesome word over his shoulder as he unlatched an iron gate, and stepped out into an avenue of the great garden. All she heard after was the clank of the gate closing, and the diminis.h.i.+ng Caroline repeated. But Johann had tossed the troublesome word over his shoulder as he unlatched an iron gate, and stepped out into an avenue of the great garden. All she heard after was the clank of the gate closing, and the diminis.h.i.+ng crunch-crunch crunch-crunch of Johann's boots on the gravel path. Then she was alone under the writhing limbs of the Teufelsbaum. of Johann's boots on the gravel path. Then she was alone under the writhing limbs of the Teufelsbaum.

She had not mentioned to Johann that this was the place where Sophie had died. She had been afraid that having such a thing in his mind would make him less amorous. Perhaps she needn't have worried, for nothing nothing seemed to make men of his age (he was twenty-four) less amorous. As to herself, she had lived through the deaths of her father, her mother, her stepfather, her stepfather's wicked mistress, her adopted mother (Sophie Charlotte), and now Sophie. Death and disease only made her more amorous-eager to forget the bad parts of life and to enjoy good flesh while it lasted. seemed to make men of his age (he was twenty-four) less amorous. As to herself, she had lived through the deaths of her father, her mother, her stepfather, her stepfather's wicked mistress, her adopted mother (Sophie Charlotte), and now Sophie. Death and disease only made her more amorous-eager to forget the bad parts of life and to enjoy good flesh while it lasted.

Now she distinctly heard another gravel-crunch. It seemed to come from one of the triangle of paths that outlined this plot where the Teufelsbaum grew in its iron cage. Her hope that Johann had changed his mind was evanescent, for the first crunch was not followed by a second. After a rather long time she did did hear another, but it was faint and prolonged, as if a foot were being placed very cautiously. This was followed by a "Ss.h.!.+" so distinct that she turned her head around to look. hear another, but it was faint and prolonged, as if a foot were being placed very cautiously. This was followed by a "Ss.h.!.+" so distinct that she turned her head around to look.

Everyone who mattered knew that Caroline's husband had a mistress named Henrietta Braithwaite, and anyone who bothered to ask around could find out that Caroline had her Jean-Jacques (which was the pet name that she used for Johann). As a setting for trysts, intrigues, and tiptoeing about, the Grosse Garten Grosse Garten almost aspired to the level of Versailles. So it was not as if Caroline had any great secret to keep here. She was not worried about eavesdroppers. Of course there were eavesdroppers. This was, rather, a point of etiquette. For such persons to be audibly shus.h.i.+ng each other, a few yards away, was like farting at dinner. Caroline inhaled deeply and fired off a sharp sigh. almost aspired to the level of Versailles. So it was not as if Caroline had any great secret to keep here. She was not worried about eavesdroppers. Of course there were eavesdroppers. This was, rather, a point of etiquette. For such persons to be audibly shus.h.i.+ng each other, a few yards away, was like farting at dinner. Caroline inhaled deeply and fired off a sharp sigh. That That should fix them! should fix them!

But she'd never know whether the message had struck home, for now iron wheel-rims, and the shoes of a four-horse team, could be heard above all else. This team was coming her way, and the horses were blowing as if very tired. Had they been driven all night? If so, they weren't the only exhausted horses hereabouts. The n.o.bility of Europe were converging on Herrenhausen, using Sophie's funeral as an excuse to stage a reunion of the largest, most bizarre, violent, and incestuously cross-linked family in the world. Caroline had scarcely been able to sleep last night for all the nocturnal arrivals.

She rose from the bench. Through the tree-limbs she glimpsed a couple of tawny blurs loping down the path. "Scylla! Charybdis!" called a gruff voice, and they stopped.

Stepping away from the bench and ducking under a low-hanging bough, Caroline saw a pair of large dogs, panting and drooling. She was protected from them by the iron fence, and saw no danger in moving closer, picking her way over Teufelsbaum-limbs that undulated along the ground, unable to decide whether they were roots, branches, or vines. Along the path came the team-four matched sorrels-and behind them a black carriage, once s.h.i.+ny, now dusty all over. Mud-comets radiated from the wheels and lashed the polished wood. Nevertheless she could make out the arms on the door: the Negro-heads and fleurs-de-lis of the House of Arcachon quartered with the gray pinnacle of the Duchy of Qwghlm. Above that, an open window. Framed in it, a face strikingly similar to the one she'd been kissing a few minutes earlier-but without the bristles.

"Eliza!"

"Stop here, Martin."

Eliza's face was now blocked from view by a spray of leaves, but Caroline could hear the smile in her voice. Martin-evidently the driver-reined in his team. Their gait collapsed and they pocked gradually to a stop, taking the momentum of the carriage in the breeching straps slung round their backsides.

Caroline had by now advanced to the iron fence. The Teufelsbaum had been pruned back from it, leaving a clear s.p.a.ce for the gardeners to walk the perimeter. Caroline hurried along for some yards, letting her hand count the iron verticals, in case her gown-hem should snag on a shrub and trip her.

A pair of footmen had clambered down from their perch on the back of the carriage, moving as if splints had been bound to their arms and legs. No telling how long they had been standing there, hands stiffening round the railings as they held on for dear life. Eliza lost patience with them and kicked the carriage door open. The edge of it nearly sheared off a footman's nose. He recovered in time to set down a wee portable stair and a.s.sist the d.u.c.h.ess of Arcachon-Qwghlm down to the path-though to be honest it was not so obvious who was a.s.sisting whom. The mastiffs Scylla and Charybdis had circled back. They had planted their eyes on Eliza, and their b.u.t.ts on the path, where they were sweeping out neat gravel-free quadrants with their tails.

Eliza was dressed for mourning, hard travel, or both, in a dark grim frock, with a black silk scarf over her head. She was in her mid-forties, and if she were starting to gray, it was not easy to tell, as she had been light blond to begin with. An attentive observer-and this d.u.c.h.ess had many-might phant'sy that the gold was now alloyed with a small proportion of silver. The skin around her eyes and the corners of her mouth gave a fair account of her age.

The number of her male admirers had not diminished over the years, but their nature had changed. When she'd been an eligible mademoiselle at Versailles she had caught the eye of the King and been pursued round the place by a horde of l.u.s.t-blind fops. Now, having pa.s.sed through marriage, maternity, smallpox, and widow-hood, she was the kind of woman that important forty-, fifty-, and sixty-year- old men were always talking about in hushed corners of Clubbs and Salons. From time to time one of these would screw up his courage, sally forth from his redoubt, and buy her a chateau or something, always to retreat, defeated but not humiliated, honorably scarred, and enn.o.bled in reputation, cl.u.s.tered around by other gentlemen who desperately wanted to know what had happened. To be spurned by a lady who was rumored to have bedded the Duke of Monmouth, William of Orange, and Louis XIV was to enter into a sort of communion with those figures of legend.

None of which mattered to Caroline, of course, for Eliza never spoke of it, and when the two of them were together, it was of no account to either one of them. But when they were in the company of others-as they would be for most of the day-she had to forcibly remind herself of it. To Caroline the reputation of Eliza was nothing, but to others it was all.

"I'll walk in the garden with her royal highness, Martin," Eliza called. "Drive to the stables, tend to the animals, and tend to yourself."

It was not entirely usual for ladies of Eliza's rank to be so concerned with such minutiae; but she had much concern for details, and little for cla.s.s. If Martin was surprised he didn't show it. "My lady," he answered placidly.

"Our grooms and stable-hands will see to the animals-you may tell them I have said so," said Caroline. "You look after yourself, Martin."

"Your royal highness honors me," said Martin. He sounded weary-not of the long night drive, but of n.o.ble and royal ladies who phant'sied he was incapable of looking after his own horses. He allowed the team to move forward, taking up the slack in the harness. The two footmen, finally unlimbered, sprang back to their perches, and the dogs began to whine, not knowing which group to follow. Eliza silenced them with a glare and Martin summoned them with a grunt.

"Let's to the gate, and not converse through bars of iron," Caroline said, and began to walk in the same direction as the carriage was moving. Eliza walked abreast of her on the gravel side of the fence. They were separated by an arm's length, but the Princess was on a march through the forest while the d.u.c.h.ess strolled on a groomed path. "You couldn't possibly have come all the way from London-?"

"Antwerp."

"Oh. How is the Duke?"

"He sends his respects, and his condolences. He was a great admirer of Sophie, as you know, and much desired to attend her funeral. But the late reports from London are most troubling to him and he did not wish to put himself so far out of his countrymen's reach."

They had come to the gate. Caroline reached for the latch but Eliza was quicker; she got it open and stepped through it decisively, closing with Caroline and flinging her arms round the taller woman's neck with a kind of pa.s.sion, even abandon. A very different thing from the restrained and courtly greetings that would fill the rest of this day. When she let go, which was a good long time later, her cheeks, which were devoid of any powder or rouge, were s.h.i.+ny with tears.

"When I was a girl of some sixteen years, I was sorry for myself, and angry at the world, because I had been separated from my mother, first by Slavery and then by common Mortality. Now, as I reckon the sum of your losses, I am ashamed that I ever so indulged myself."

There pa.s.sed a moment when Caroline said nothing. This was partly because she was touched, and almost embarra.s.sed, by this bold statement from a woman so renowned for wit and discretion. It was also partly because of a noise behind her. Martin had gotten his team to negotiate the sharp turn at the plot's acute vertex, which had not been easy, and was now rumbling along another side, not far away.

"Sometimes I think that I am am the sum of my losses," Caroline finally said. "And if so, then every loss that I suffer enlarges me. I hope my discourse does not strike you as too grim," she added, for a little sob-shudder had run through the d.u.c.h.ess's body. "But this is how I make sense of my world. And if you must know, in some moments I phant'sy that I am a sort of heir to the Winter Queen-though I am not linked to her by blood-and that it is my destiny to go back to England and reclaim it for her. That is why I asked you to buy Leicester House, for she was born there." the sum of my losses," Caroline finally said. "And if so, then every loss that I suffer enlarges me. I hope my discourse does not strike you as too grim," she added, for a little sob-shudder had run through the d.u.c.h.ess's body. "But this is how I make sense of my world. And if you must know, in some moments I phant'sy that I am a sort of heir to the Winter Queen-though I am not linked to her by blood-and that it is my destiny to go back to England and reclaim it for her. That is why I asked you to buy Leicester House, for she was born there."

"I did not buy buy it but it but invested invested in it," Eliza returned. in it," Eliza returned.

"Then I hope your investment will turn out to have been a prudent one."

"Why shouldn't it?"

"Your tidings from Antwerp-and other news that has reached me of late-make me doubt whether I shall ever see see Britain, much less Britain, much less rule rule it." it."

"You shall, my dear. What concerns Marlborough is not the fate of the Realm but of a single Regiment, near to his heart, lately fallen under the sway of Jacobites. He is fretting about certain of his officers and sergeants, trying to make out what has become of them."

"What has happened to one Regiment might happen later to the whole Realm," Caroline said. Then she looked away, distracted by an eruption of barking on the far side of the vast Gordian knot of the Teufelsbaum. Martin was chastising the dogs in Dutch. They had probably lit out after one of the garden's regiment of squirrels.

When she turned back, she found that Eliza had been appraising her. The d.u.c.h.ess seemed to approve of what she had seen. "I am most pleased that my son has found you," she said.

"So am I," Caroline confessed. "Tell me truly, now-did you enter the garden in search of me me, or of him him?"

"I knew that the two of you would be together. It would appear that I just missed him," Eliza said, and reached out to pluck a long blond hair from a pearl b.u.t.ton at Caroline's midsection.

"He hoped you'd come-and knew you'd do so without warning. He has gone for a walk with an Englishman."

Eliza got a wary look and stepped forward, pressing Caroline aside with a firm hand. Her other hand strayed to the waistband of her frock. A man came cras.h.i.+ng through the Teufelsbaum, headed directly for them. Meanwhile Scylla and Charybdis were pelting h.e.l.l-for-leather around the fence, trying to find a way in.

The man emerged into plain view and stopped. The first thing they noticed about him was that he was brandis.h.i.+ng a dagger; the second, that he was one of Eliza's footmen. His wig had been stripped off as he'd charged through the reaching arms of the Teufelsbaum, but he was recognizable by his livery. Less so by his face, which was red, and distorted by fear and rage-battle-l.u.s.t, Caroline thought.

"Jan? What is it?" Eliza demanded.

Jan ignored the question. He scanned the path until he was certain that Scylla and Charybdis had found it, and were circling around to guard the rear. Then he spun round, turning his back on Eliza and Caroline, searching the woods.

Something slammed into Caroline's shoulder. It was Eliza's body. Caroline tried to plant the opposing foot wide, to absorb the blow, but Eliza had expected this, and had already swung a leg around and hooked Caroline's ankle. Both of them fell down. Caroline hit the ground first. Eliza, rather than smas.h.i.+ng full-length into Caroline's body, took most of the impact on her hands and knees, and wound up straddling the fallen princess, looking about herself alertly.

The second footman had circled around the other way, and now joined Scylla and Charybdis at the gate. He too had a dagger out. But Eliza stayed over Caroline, refusing to let her up. Presently the carriage roared and rattled back up the path, drawn by four insanely irritated horses who were controlled only with difficulty by poor Martin.

"What happened?" demanded Eliza, as Martin was reining them in.

Martin was in no great hurry to respond either. He stood up and scanned the woods on all sides. He had a pistol out, and was careful to keep its barrel perfectly aligned with his gaze, so that shooting could follow seeing in an instant.

"Opposite, on the far side of this weird tree, the dogs scented men who had bad intentions," he finally said, in a mild voice.

Ever the Natural Philosopher, even when pinned to the ground under a d.u.c.h.ess, Caroline inquired, "How do you know it wasn't a well-intentioned squirrel?"

"The dogs told me as much by their emotions," Martin returned, plainly irritated to have been questioned on such a matter. "They followed the scent from the iron fence-which these men must have vaulted-to a neighboring part of the garden, yonder, before I called them back, and told them to go and find my lady. Then, as I was rounding the corner, over there, trying to get back to you, I glanced over and saw two men running as fast as they could down the path."

"Towards us?"

"Away from you, my lady."

"Bows? Muskets?"

"They had neither, my lady."

This was the signal for Eliza to get up at last. She extended a hand and did the work of hauling Caroline to her feet, as the footmen were still prowling about with daggers drawn.

"That was an unusual procedure," Caroline remarked.

"It is not so unusual in Constantinople."

"Where did you hire your staff?" Caroline wondered.

"The deck of a privateer in Dunquerque. I once had a friend in the business, one Jean Bart, who doted on me, and wanted to see that I was well looked after." Eliza turned her attentions back to Martin. "Could you recognize those two men if you saw them again?"

"My lady, they had covered themselves in long dark hooded robes, such as friars wear, and the hoods were drawn up over their heads. I wager we might find those robes discarded on the ground within a musket-shot of where we now stand-"

"And the a.s.sa.s.sins will have blended in among the funeral-guests before we get back to the Palace," Eliza concluded.

"More than likely," Caroline agreed; then: "I beg your pardon, did you say a.s.sa.s.sins a.s.sa.s.sins!?"

"THE LETTER BY which Princess Caroline summoned me was sealed in the presence of Enoch Root, and put into his hand before the wax had cooled. He traversed the west road from here to Amsterdam in no particular haste-but without let or delay. A day after, he was in Scheveningen, and three days after that, in London. A wait of one week sufficed to get him aboard a New Yorkbound s.h.i.+p. The voyage was not particularly lengthy. After no more than a night's rest on the island of Manhattan he proceeded on horseback to Boston. He delivered the message into my hand on the day he arrived. It had never left his person since the moment it was sealed in the Leine Schlo." The strange old Englishman nodded down the leafy prospect of the Herrenhauser Allee toward the smoky bulk of Hanover's fortifications. which Princess Caroline summoned me was sealed in the presence of Enoch Root, and put into his hand before the wax had cooled. He traversed the west road from here to Amsterdam in no particular haste-but without let or delay. A day after, he was in Scheveningen, and three days after that, in London. A wait of one week sufficed to get him aboard a New Yorkbound s.h.i.+p. The voyage was not particularly lengthy. After no more than a night's rest on the island of Manhattan he proceeded on horseback to Boston. He delivered the message into my hand on the day he arrived. It had never left his person since the moment it was sealed in the Leine Schlo." The strange old Englishman nodded down the leafy prospect of the Herrenhauser Allee toward the smoky bulk of Hanover's fortifications.

The young baron, noting that he had fallen a pace behind, hurried along to draw abreast. "Did you and Enoch-I call him Enoch, for he is an old friend of my family-"

"I thought he was supposed to be a member member of your family, long ago, when he affected a different name." of your family, long ago, when he affected a different name."

"That is another conversation for another day," said the Baron, in good English. "I say, did you and Enoch discuss the matter aloud, in the presence of others, in Boston?"

"In a tavern. But we were discreet. I did not mention the author of the letter even to my own wife wife. I told her only that someone of great importance had asked for me."

"What of the letter itself?"

"That's a different matter. Mr. Root did allow some persons to see the Seal. So it could be inferred that I had been summoned from Hanover."

"Pray continue."

"Well, 'tis very simple. I was aboard Minerva Minerva that very night. We were held back by contrary winds for a month. Then one day a whole b.l.o.o.d.y pirate-fleet descended upon us. My G.o.d, what a thing it was. In all my days I have never lived through such a-" that very night. We were held back by contrary winds for a month. Then one day a whole b.l.o.o.d.y pirate-fleet descended upon us. My G.o.d, what a thing it was. In all my days I have never lived through such a-"

Johann von Hacklheber, sensing that his Narrator was about to wax discursive, interrupted: "Pirates are said to be as common along the New England coast as fleas on a dog."

"Yes, we had some of that type, too," said Daniel Waterhouse, strangely enthusiastic. "Caitiffs in row-boats. But we shook those off easily. I am referring to a literal fleet of formidable pirate-s.h.i.+ps, under a disaffected British sea-captain named Edward Teach-"

"Blackbeard!" said Johann, before he could stop himself.

"You have heard of him."

"He has already been the subject of picaroon-romances, which are sold by the barrel-load at the book-fair in Leipzig. Not that I would ever read such a thing," Johann said, and then waited tensely, fearing that this Daniel Waterhouse was the sort who would miss the jest, and a.s.sume he was being a snotty little baron. But the old man caught it, and batted it back: "In your researches researches, have you learnt that this Blackbeard is aligned with Jacobite interests?"

"I know that his flags.h.i.+p is christened Queen Anne's Revenge, Queen Anne's Revenge, and I collected, from this, that he had some axe to grind." and I collected, from this, that he had some axe to grind."

"He a.s.saulted the s.h.i.+p I was on-Minerva-and sacrificed one and possibly two s.h.i.+ps of his fleet to get at me."

"To get at Minerva, Minerva, you mean, or-" you mean, or-"

"To get at me, me, I say. He asked for me I say. He asked for me by name by name. And any other sea-captain would have given me up; but Otto van Hoek would not give a pirate a wormy biscuit, much less a pa.s.senger."

"Now, if I may play devil's advocate," Johann said, "for Enoch to come into this Bostown Bostown, which you describe as a sort of backwoods encampment, waving a doc.u.ment with a Hanoverian seal, must have drawn attention. Your departure must have been the talk of the town."

"No doubt they are talking about it still still."

"In every port are men of low character who pa.s.s along such intelligence to criminals, pirates, and the like. You said that a whole month elapsed while you were becalmed-"

"I should rather call it, 'bestormed,' but yes."

"That is more than enough time for word to have spread to every pirate-cove in New England. This Teach must have heard the news, and surmised that you were a man of importance, who might be held for ransom."

"This is what I was telling myself all the way across the Atlantic, to calm my nerves," Daniel said. "I even trained myself to overlook the chief fault in that hypothesis, which is that, outside of Barbary, pirates do not, as a rule, hold hostages for ransom, and especially not old men who are likely to drop dead at a moment's notice. But when I reached London, efforts were made to blast me, or someone close to me, to pieces. And during the months since, I have had intelligence from two distinct sources, one high, one low, that there is, here in Hanover, a spy who pa.s.ses information to the Jacobites in London."

"I should like to know more concerning that," said Johann, who had been trying a moment ago to soothe the old Englishman's ridiculous fears, and now found himself in need of some soothing.

"An old acquaintance of mine-"

"Acquaintance, but not friend?"

"We are such old friends that we refuse to speak to each other for decades at a time. An Infernal Device, packed with gunpowder, exploded. It might have been meant for me, for him, or for both of us. He has begun to investigate the matter using his own resources-and you may be a.s.sured that his resources vastly exceed mine in almost every respect. He has heard that highly placed Jacobites-"

"Bolingbroke?"

"-highly placed Jacobites are receiving information from a source close to the Electoral Crown-someone who, to judge from the timeliness and accuracy of his despatches, comes and goes freely in the Leine Schlo and in Herrenhausen Palace."

"You said that you had a low low as well as a high source?" as well as a high source?"

"I know a man with many connections among London's Flash: coiners, Black-guards, et cetera et cetera-the same element from which Blackbeard recruits his seamen and what I shall politely call his 'longsh.o.r.emen.' "