Re: Interlude at Yendale Farm - Maggie
Kate wouldn't look back, gasped and began to struggle like a trapped beast at the hug. "Maggie, what-? Get off! Get- off!"
Freed, she clung to the end of the bench under her where she'd fallen back and gave Maggie a look that made Maggie think of the time she'd slipped into a field with a cow as a child: she'd thought nothing of it, as the neighbouring cattle were always kind to her, big, slow-moving beasts with warm muzzles. Only that once, one had a new calf. Enough halfhearted grey light wound through the kitchen's smoke to catch the smudges of green in the wintry wet-leaf brown of Kate's eyes, gazing back with that flat wild danger where always docility had been.
"I didn't. Listen to me, what I've sinned, I've sinned, an' he never did more than I let 'im, Wood-thing or no. Why would I say it was touch and not even kissing on the mouth if I was set to lie about it?" In the brief quiet after the queston, both sisters knew they knew that answer: distraction. Kate looked away, still highly flushed.
"Well, I didn't. You could ask Jack if ye were minded to set him fixin' things with blows, or if I'm right come back and see come the new year that my...my child had dark hair, if the story about Fox red holds water. How d'ye know it was the young squire I had here and not the one went with his bride that was the false one, or if Herself was making doubles, why would She let the true one go?"
"An' if - if - it was a child She wanted - an' I won't believe there's such thing as born evil, even the gorgon, if it was a gorgon, must've took milk and been harmless like another babe, that they let it live, an' it them - there's no reason it'd be now, or me, or if it was now and me that Her thing wouldn't have..." she took in a quick, sharp breath. "Look, he did what I let him, an' if he smelled like leaves he felt and breathed like a man, an' gave me all due courtesy. If he made a finish of it for his own self, it weren't in here, and weren't in me."
Kate was quite pink in defiance, but took off her bonnet to re-fix her hair, as though re-making her good self, or whole self, with all that might befit a proper wife. "It's not like either'd have to honour that," she said thickly, too aware of herself in her skin. "An' before you ask, if it weren't what I'd chosen, if he'd but come in and put me across the table or some like, knowing as I couldn't lift a hand for myself against gentry nor be heeded after, I'd never have mentioned it."
Kate swallowed, calming back to the woman who could never replace Maggie's mother for all her work or taking on of burdens. A woman, Magggie saw as she rarely did, who was only four years older than she. "Not because you'd say any like of that I was game if I didn't go out and call for my husband at once, or if I'd red in my stockings, or any such men's nonsense...but I think ye'd kill him for me, an' that's a death by the stake, and then where would we be?"
She nodded over at the cradle and at last offered her hands back again, ready to be touched even if there was a wet bright glitter to her eyes. "I'm sorry, Maggie. I did something fair wicked today and I'm not sure why, or now quite what, and this notion you have...I don't know I doubt the whole, but there's a lot to it."