Three
“MAMIE!” DARIA CRIED.
“Daria?” Mamie lowered the gun, but before Daria could ask when Mamie had taken to carrying firearms, much less housing naked men, Mamie grabbed her arm and yanked her out of the room, then quickly pulled the door to as Daria’s mind raced through all the possible reasons why her grandmother might have a bandaged, naked man in her house.
“Who—”
“Come,” Mamie said softly, and with her gun in one hand and Daria’s elbow firmly in the other, she steered her down the hall to the main living area. She let go of Daria’s elbow and put her large gun on the table, whirled around, and stretched her arms wide. “Darling!” she said, her face suddenly a wreath of smiles. “What a beautiful surprise!” She grabbed Daria up and held her tightly to her chest, cooing that it was so good to see her. Daria was surrounded by the familiar scent of lavender, and she pressed her cheek against her grandmother’s soft shoulder.
“My goodness, how did you come to be here? Are Richard and Beth with you?” Mamie leaned back, holding Daria at arm’s length, smiling as she examined her. “My, but haven’t you become a beautiful young woman! You surely have squads of suitors!”
“Mamie, why is there—”
“So you and your parents have come to see me? Oh, how that warms my poor old heart! Sit, sit,” she said, nudging Daria toward the table. “I shall pour you tea. Are my daughter and Richard in Nairn? I should think Richard wouldn’t like the travel up into the hills.” She turned to the shelves, reaching for a small basket.
Daria remained standing, studying her grandmother. She looked a little rounder than when Daria had last seen her. And a little plain—her clothing was not the fine silks and brocades she’d always preferred. But never mind that. “Mamie,” Daria exclaimed breathlessly, “there is a naked man in that room!”
With her back to Daria, Mamie nodded. “Yes, I know. That must have come as quite a shock, but you mustn’t fret about him. He’ll be fine. Oh, how you startled me, Daria!” She laughed suddenly as she put a basket of tea tins on the table. “I thought someone had come to rob me! Is Beth coming?”
“No, it’s only me—Mamma and Pappa are in Hadley Green.” Daria pressed her fingers to her forehead. “Please, Mamie—why is there a naked man in that room?”
“Hmm?” her grandmother asked, bustling around the hearth as if nothing were wrong. “Oh! I shall tell you, my love, I will. But first I insist on hearing all about you. You cannot imagine how I have missed you! And now to find you in Scotland? It’s as if I were dreaming!” She suddenly paused and pinned Daria with a look. “Your parents are aware you are here, are they not?”
“Of course! They wanted to come themselves when they received your letter, but I—”
“You read the letter?” Mamie interrupted quickly.
“No,” Daria said, eyeing Mamie curiously. “Mamma told me you needed help, and I wanted to come—”
“I should hope my daughter has not lost her senses and sent you across the country all alone!”
Daria’s head was beginning to spin. “No, Mamie. I came with Charity.”
“Who?”
Daria shook her head. “Mamie, who is that man?”
“I will explain it, of course I will, darling. But you’ve come a long way and you should have your tea. I have some freshly baked biscuits—”
“I don’t want biscuits. You are right that I have come a very long way. I made that journey in the anticipation of a lovely reunion with my grandmother and I imagined something vastly different—a house, a small village. A servant! But I find you in a crofter’s cottage without any help at all, with a wounded, naked man.”
Mamie clucked her tongue at Daria. “You make it sound nefarious.”
“Yes,” Daria said, nodding furiously, “it rather seems nefarious to me.”
Mamie sighed. “All right, then. I will tell you. But I assure you that you and your imagination will be quite disappointed. Sit down, my love.”
Daria didn’t move.
Mamie grabbed her hand and dragged her to the kitchen table. “Sit,” she said again. She reached around to a smaller table to fetch a plate of biscuits and placed them before Daria.
“Well?” Daria asked, folding her arms over her middle and ignoring the biscuits.
Mamie took the apron from its hook and draped it around her belly. “I found him.”
Daria snorted.
“Well, I did. In the woods.” Mamie turned away, tied the apron at her back, and leaned over the hearth to check the kettle. “He’d been shot.”
“Shot.” Daria frowned. “By whom? Why?”
“I haven’t the slightest idea! Robbers, perhaps? But I couldn’t very well leave him there to die, could I? So I brought him here.”
Mamie’s explanation didn’t ring true, perhaps because she offered it with her back turned. Or because now, as she turned, her smile seemed a little too wide, a little too . . . fixed.
“You brought him here,” Daria repeated, her gaze narrowing.
“I did.”
“By yourself?”
“No! No, no, of course not. Ah . . . one of the Brodie men helped me. The Brodies are thick as midges in summer; one can scarcely walk without tripping over them.” She busied herself with the tea tins, examining them all as if she’d never seen them until now.
“And then . . .”
“And then?” Mamie asked absently.
“And then you sent for a doctor to tend to him,” Daria suggested, trying to move the story along.
“A doctor? No.”
“No?”
“Daria, this is not England. It would take far too long for a doctor to arrive and the poor man might have died. I sought the counsel of a healer and mended him myself.”
Daria stared hard at her grandmother. How could Mamie possibly know how to mend a man who had been shot?
Mamie turned away, back to the hearth. “Splendid—the water was still warm and boiled quickly.” She removed it from the fire.
“I am fairly certain,” Daria said evenly, “that when a man has been shot with lead, it is prudent to have the lead removed.”
“Yes, that is true. So I did,” Mamie said, as if it were a matter of course to remove lead from a human body. “Don’t look so alarmed, sweetling. One learns quite a lot when living in Scotland. Handy things they don’t teach you in England.” She chuckled as she made tea.
Daria’s stomach began to roil with nerves and not a little bit of horror. “I am aghast, Mamie. You seem to be the same person who was my grandmother. But my grandmother, who left England seven years ago, was a lady. She had never, to my knowledge, carried a gun or dug lead out of human flesh, much less the flesh of a strange man.”
Mamie shrugged. “I suppose people change.”
Daria leaned forward, peering into her grandmother’s face. “Mamie? Are you all right?”
Mamie laughed. “I am perfectly fine! There is nothing to warrant such a look of concern, my love. When the gentleman is better—and he will be, as soon as the fever breaks—we might ask him a bit more about himself and send for his family.” She waved her hand. “Let him sleep. I want to know about you.”
Daria could scarcely think how to proceed when a low, rumbling groan from the back room caused both women to still. Daria looked over her shoulder, then at her grandmother.
Mamie smiled thinly. “Poor thing is in need of some medicine. I’ll be but a moment.” She stood up and hurried to the shelf on the wall. She reached high on her tiptoes and stretched her arm up, feeling about the shelf and then pulling down a brown vial. She glanced at Daria from the corner of her eye. “It’s just a bit of laudanum. Do stay seated,” she said, and disappeared down the hallway. Her hair, Daria noticed, was coming undone from her uncharacteristically haphazard bun.
She heard Mamie open the door, heard her say, “There now, just a bit of this will aid you.”
“No,” the man said in English, his voice deep and as rough as tree bark.
“I am only trying to help you.”
Daria stood up. She moved hesitantly down the hall, but as she reached the door, Mamie appeared. “Daria, I asked you to stay seated,” she said coolly as she pulled the door shut behind her. “You must leave him be. He will not heal if he does not rest.” She moved past Daria.
Daria stared at the closed door for a long moment, debating. She would get to the truth of what had happened here. She only had to determine how to do it.
She turned around and walked back into the main living area. Mamie was up on her toes, putting the brown vial away.
“Do you not think that man requires medical attention?”
Mamie whirled around to face Daria, her mouth in a grim line. “Daria, my love, as I said, when he is recovered, we might learn more from him. In the meantime, I need to make a poultice to draw the infection out of his wounds, and I will need you to help me gather some devil’s bit.” She picked up a basket and thrust it at Daria.
Daria stared at the basket. “I don’t know what that is!”
“You will learn,” Mamie said firmly. She marched to the door and flung it open, almost tripping over the dog that had followed Daria here. “You wretched dog!” she said sternly. “Off with you! Come along, Daria! Don’t mind the dog—he roams the hills rather freely. Now, tell me all your news,” she said, reaching for Daria’s hand. “I want to hear everything. About my daughter, about Hadley Green, and of course I want to know which handsome young gentlemen have caught your eye.”
She would speak of suitors now? Before Mamie could shut the door, Daria glanced back at the end of the corridor. Foreboding sank into her bones.