Race day arrived and to Sarah’s amazement, the day was fine without a cloud in the sky. It was hard to recognize this as the same town. Ben would be collecting them at ten to take them to meet the rest of the Turners. The races were held on one side of the river and the town appeared to be split in two, the people of higher standing on one side, everyone else on the other. Blankets were placed on the grass and baskets appeared, full of all sorts of goodies. Maoris and Europeans lined the river, drinking, chatting, and enjoying themselves. There were not many races, but bets were made. It did not matter who won, it was an excuse for everyone to get together and enjoy themselves.
After the races, the hampers were opened and the rest of the day was spent relaxing, eating and drinking. Sarah enjoyed herself; everyone was kind, and Nancy was lovely. Peter gave her his full attention, talking about everything and anything. When Peter did leave her, he was never away long and at one time, Sarah was sure she saw the pair sneak away.
Sarah’s problem was trying to converse with people other than Ben, who stood around waiting to pounce. Andrew had not made any bets, but he did enjoy himself. His constant companion was Beth. Peter jokingly accused him of cradle snatching but Andrew was not amused by his comment. All in all, a good time was had and soon it was time to go back for supper and a rest before the dance. Sarah’s back and shoulder continued to ache, but she was enjoying herself so much she put up with the niggling pain.
Entering her room, she changed and went downstairs for a meal, after which it was time to rest and get ready for the dance. Sarah had arranged with Peter to come and help with her dress and corset at seven.
‘What do you think?’ Sarah twirled around after Peter had finished.
‘Although you are my sister, I must admit you look wonderful. I would be pleased to escort you to the ball, madam.’ He kissed her on the hand and wondered what Andrew would say when he saw her.
‘I will give you a call when Nancy arrives.’ Peter called as he left.
They had arranged for Nancy to come with Ben to the hotel before the dance so she could be escorted to the dance by Peter. Ten minutes later, Peter tapped on the door.
‘You ready, Sarah?’
‘Yes almost. Go on, I will be down soon.’ A few minutes later, Sarah entered the bar. Andrew was about to have a drink, with the glass poised at his lips just as she entered. She looked beautiful and he felt his body getting hot, and his pulse quickening. A certain part of his anatomy was not behaving itself. One minute, he wanted her then the next, the thought this may be a mistake. Each day, he became more confused.
‘A bit of all right is our Sarah, when she is dressed for courting. You still not interested?’ Andrew gave Peter a stare.
‘What do you mean by that comment?’ Andrew said angrily. Peter knew he had hit a nerve and backed off.
‘Only joking, dear chap, only joking.’ But as Andrew stared back at him, Peter knew it was not a joke at all.
‘See you at the dance.’ Andrew placed his whisky glass down heavily on the table, nodded, smiled at Sarah and walked out of the room. Sarah felt slightly upset that he had not talked to her.
The Regimental Band started playing the first dance and Sarah danced with Ben. He was not the most accomplished dancer and Sarah found herself the victim of his feet on several occasions. As the night went on she noticed Ben was drinking heavily and his hands wandered where they should not be. Relieved she managed to prize Peter away from Nancy for one of the dances and then there were the Scottish jigs and reels to come. If she planned it right, she only had to dance with Benjamin one more time.
On one occasion, she managed to position herself away from him only to look up and realise Andrew would be her next partner.
As the first set was over, she moved on to her next partner, with Andrew being the next one. Before she knew it, it was time to move on; her throat felt dry, her hands sweated. ‘Oh, please do not let me forget a step.’
Around she went, moving up to the next man and finally she was face to face with Andrew. Andrew smiled at his last partner, the lady moved on and now, realizing it was Sarah who was next, he made sure he paid full attention to her. If he danced with her, he may as well enjoy it. Sarah made the most of it, as after a few glasses of punch, she felt confident. She looked beautiful, and knew it. Smiling she moved her gaze slowly over him, then back to his face again.
Around they went in fours, then sixes and came back together again. Sarah placed her hands up by her shoulders and Andrew arm came around her back of her neck and held her right hand. Her left hand he took in his and they danced around in a figure of eight. Sarah felt the closeness of his body, and she was sure he held her closer than he needed to. Andrew could not take his eyes off her. He grinned, moving until they were only inches away, her hips brushing his. Andrew’s face appeared serious causing Sarah’s stomach to fluttering. At last, she could move away to the next person in line. Sarah felt hot and bothered and she did not think it was because of the dancing. Andrew noticed the subtle flush of her skin, and his heart beat faster once more, as it always did whenever she was close.
The reel was over and as Sarah was escorted to the side, Ben appeared like magic beside her.
‘Would you like a drink?’ he asked.
‘Yes, that would be nice, thank you.’ Anything to get rid of him, he was a pain, the drink was effecting him and he was making a nuisance of himself. Looking around the room, she noticed Peter talking to Nancy, Andrew had several young ladies standing beside him and Beth was hanging on to his arm, introducing him to all her friends. Sarah admitted Andrew was being patient with her.
The dinner bell went and they all went in for supper. Andrew felt weary, his knee throbbed with pain and he did not like the dancing, especially the English waltz. There were a couple of Scottish jigs he enjoyed but he was weary of the women buzzing around him like bees. Andrew confessed to himself that he only wanted to dance with one woman. He had tried to keep away from Sarah but wherever he looked, she was there. He did not want anything to eat, so made his way to the small balcony to get some fresh air. The music faded, the air felt slightly damp and taking a big breath, he smelt the honeysuckle as he did so. He leaned up against the wall and lit his pipe.
The dance hall was hot and smoky, and Ben was busy trying to impress Sarah. She did not like him at all and only came to the dance with him because of Iris. Now, she wanted to get away from him. Sarah remembered the small balcony she’d seen earlier and headed straight for it, looking back, hoping no one had seen her. The sound of the people diminished as she entered the balcony, and the smell of a honeysuckle flowers was divine. She picked a small bunch and was about to take a sniff, when she heard a sound behind her. Swinging around, she came face to face with Ben, and her heart sunk.
‘Trying to get away from me, are you?’ He laughed as he grabbed her around the waist. Sarah gasped as his hand touched her lower back.
‘I needed fresh air. It is lovely out here, and the room was hot and stuffy.’
‘I will stay and keep you company.’
‘No, it is all right you go back and enjoy the dance.’ She tried to push him away.
‘Oh, but I would prefer to be with you.’ He pulled her towards him. Sarah struggled. ‘Oh, give me a kiss, go on; you know you want me to’. He tugged her closer, causing her intense pain on her wound, and making her eyes water.
‘I certainly do not! Now leave me alone Mr. Turner, please!’ Her voice trembled as Sarah struggled once more trying to push him away, fearful of his attention.
‘Mr. Turner, is it? I thought we were on better terms than that.’ His wet lips met hers, his breath was terrible, smelling of stale tobacco and whisky. She tried to shove him away, pulling her mouth away, twisting her face away from him.
‘Please Ben, would you leave me alone!’ she said close to tears.
Unable to move him away, she slapped him across the face. He broke his hold and stepped back rubbing his jaw.
‘You bitch, bit of a tease aren’t you? Or is it because you wear trousers, you think you are a man.’ Ben appeared smug. Sarah’s face flushed with embarrassment. Never had anyone spoken to her like this before. She felt her heart pounding in her throat and she found it difficult to catch her breath. Bringing her hand up across her chest, a sense of fear took hold of her and she shook. As he took a step towards her, an angry voice rang out:
‘The lassie said she wants be left alone!’
Ben swung around to see Andrew leaning against the wall holding his pipe. Still rubbing his face, Ben eyed Andrew with disgust.
‘I said the lassie would rather be alone. I think yer better get back inside.’ Andrew straightened up and moved towards Sarah, and reaching out, he took her by the arm and pulled her gently to him, positioning himself between them. He did not have to repeat himself again.
‘You can have her, that is, if she wants a man.’ Ben said with a smirk on his face. Turning, but still eyeing Andrew, he left the balcony.
Sarah felt sick; this was the last thing she had wanted to happen, especially in front of Andrew. Andrew was once again coming to her rescue. He must think she was stupid to get into such a situation. Sarah wanted to cry but blinked the tears away, putting her shaking hand across her mouth. Lowering her hand, she spoke:
‘Thank you, but I am sure I could have handled the situation.’ For some silly reason, Sarah felt more annoyed with Andrew than she did with Ben.
‘Yes, Sarah, I am sure yer could have.’ Andrew replied in a knowingly way as their eyes met. Sarah felt his hand on her arm, but he then let her go. Adjusting her skirt, blinking away her of tears she took a deep breath. Once more, she glanced at Andrew before she walked back into the hall, pausing as she opened the door.
‘I think I better go. I will ask Peter to take me back to our lodgings. Good night, Andrew.’ Sarah turned and re-entered the room to find Peter to take her home.
Glancing around the room, to her dismay she found Peter in deep conversation with Nancy.
‘I think yer Peter is busy hunting. It seems a shame to disturb him.’
Sarah turned to find Andrew right in front of her.
‘I suppose it is.’ Sarah tried to think what to do next.
‘I am off myself; I can escort yer back to the hotel if it is not such a terrible thought.’
‘I, I do not have much of a choice. I do not want to walk home on my own.’
Andrew glanced up and saw Peter looking in their direction and indicated he was taking Sarah home. Peter nodded and turned back to Nancy. Taking Sarah by the arm, Andrew led her towards the door.
‘One moment, I have to collect my wrap. I will meet you outside.’ She was upset at what had happened with Ben and she needed a moment to compose herself for the walk home. As she passed Iris, Sarah made her farewells. Andrew picked up his hat at the door and went outside, to wait for Sarah and then the two walked back in the direction of the hotel.
The air was warmer than it had been on previous nights. A breeze came in from the sea bringing with it the smell of salt and sand. There were sounds of people talking, laughing, breaking glass and then the sound of a fight came drifting through the air. People milled about, a few drunk and disorderly. At one time, Andrew gently took her arm and pulled her towards him to shield her from a nearby fight. Neither wanted to admit it, but each enjoyed the other’s company. Sarah wanted to speak but did not know what to say. The streets had dried out considerably leaving deep grooves and making it difficult for Sarah to walk and several times she stumbled. Andrew automatically put his arm out to steady her, then placing her arm in his they continued to walk.
It felt right that the two of them were together. Part of her did not wish the walk to end. They continued in silence until Andrew spoke.
‘Have yer found any answers to the questions yer have been searching for?’ She considered for a few moments before answering.
‘Some I have, others no. I think I am getting more confused. I still want to prove something to myself, that I can finish this trip. ’
‘We have a bit to go.’ She nodded.
‘Why are you not wed or do you have someone?’ She asked, frightened of what he may say.
‘Nae, there has not been anyone I have wanted to wed. And you?’
‘Hmm, eventually I think I want to marry and have children. Is that not what is expected of a woman? Everyone in my family cannot wait for to get me to be wed and off their hands, but somehow I think I will just end up being an old spinster but if I do wed I want to be treated as an equal, to share the marriage not be a puppet doing whatever my husband wishes me to.’
‘Somehow I do not think yer will be an old maid,’ Andrew said quietly. Sarah blushed. ‘I would have thought yer would have plenty of suitors back home.’
‘No, no one special.’ She felt she owed Andrew an explanation. ‘Several women I know were abused by their husbands I...I do not want a marriage like that. I think I was so frightened I had to run away.’ Andrew thought for a few moments.
‘Not all men are like that. I am sorry Sarah you have seen some men at their worst.’ He wished to change the subject. ‘Speaking of suitors, it looks like yer Peter’s taken a fancy to Nancy,’ Andrew remarked.
‘It does appear that way.’ Speaking in a low voice, she added. ‘As long as she is a yes woman, they will be fine.’
‘What do yer mean by that?’ Andrew grinned.
‘Nothing, nothing, it does not matter.’
Approaching the hotel door, a crowd was trying to leave, forcing the pair to stop and wait. Andrew was pushed towards Sarah, forcing them to stand face to face. The pressure from the crowd forced their bodies together. Andrew grabbed Sarah around the waist to stop her from falling over. In doing so, he inadvertently pushed on Sarah’s wound. She winced and let out a cry.
‘Are yer all right Sarah? Sorry, I did not mean to hurt yer.’ They remained only inches away. Sarah felt her heartbeat increasing and odd sensations all over her body. Her chest tightened, as she fought to control her breathing. His body heat and scent wafted over her.
‘No, no, I am fine. My back’s sore that is all. It is nothing.’
‘I will have to have a look at it.’
‘No, it is fine. It hurt only because it was knocked.’
The way was clear for them to proceed into the hotel. There were still plenty of people inside. Sarah excused herself and walked up stairs, her corset digging into her back. The pain increased with each step, making the climb uncomfortable. As she looked back, she saw Andrew talking to Mrs. Garland, who nodded affirmatively in Sarah’s direction. Thinking nothing of it, Sarah wearily continued to climb the stairs. In her room at last, she realised she could not undo her gown. As she stood wondering what to do next; there came a knock on the door. Opening it, Andrew stood leaning against the doorway with a grin on his face.
‘Have yer forgotten something?’ he asked.
‘No, I do not think so.’
‘Are yer sleeping in that gown all night or what?’
She was confused. ‘Is he offering to help me out of my gown or...?’ she wondered.
‘Mrs. Garland will be up to give yer a hand as soon as she can.’
Sarah relaxed.
‘How did you know I would need help?’
‘I do have a mother and sister and had a few lady acquaintances on the odd occasion.’ Sarah narrowed her eyes suspiciously as the last comment sunk in. ‘Good night, Sarah. I will see yer in the morn.’
‘Good night, Andrew.’ Letting out a sigh, she decided she may as well be civil. ‘Thank you for escorting me back to the hotel and organizing Mrs. Garland for me. Night Andrew, I will see tomorrow.’ Andrew smiled and headed in the direction of his room.
A few minutes later, Allison arrived to help Sarah with her dress. It felt good to have her back free. Allison released the last of the laces on the dress, then the bodice exposing the wound dressing underneath.
‘Miss Paterson, there is some blood on the gauze; I should have a look.’
‘If you think it is necessary.’ Allison pulled back the dressing enough to see the wound. It was slightly infected at one end, and pus and blood oozed out.
‘I think you should have this looked at tonight. It looks like a piece of wood is still in it.’
‘I am sure it will be all right. I will ask Captain Mackenzie to look at it tomorrow. It will be fine till then.’
‘If you are sure, but I do think you should have someone look at it as soon as possible.’
‘Thank you Mrs. Garland I will.’
‘Good night, lass. You looked bonnie tonight. I noticed the Captain could not take his eyes off you.’ Sarah blushed. Allison slipped out of the door, closing it behind her. Sarah stepped out of the gown checking that no blood was on it and hung it up. Taking off the rest of her clothes, except for her bloomers, she turned her back towards the mirror. As she undid the bandage around her waist, the dressing slipped off and fell to the floor. Bending down, she picked it up while at the same time feeling a pulling and popping sensation around her wound. Standing up, she once more looked into the mirror and, to her shock, saw blood and pus oozing out of it. Getting a dressing, she tried to reach around to clean it. The position of the wound made it hard for her to see what she was doing and the twisting made her neck and shoulder uncomfortable. There was another knock on the door.
‘One moment please!’ Slightly flustered, she grabbed her dressing gown. She paused, trying to figure out how not to get the stuff coming out of her wound onto her clothes.
‘It is Andrew!’ Grabbing a face cloth, she positioned it over her back. Twisting her body as she tried to hold it in place, she put on the dressing gown. At last, drawing a long breath, she slowly opened the door; Andrew stood patiently outside with his medical kit in his hand.
‘Mrs. Garland said yer may need yer back looked at.’
‘Oh she did, did she?’ She was resigned to the fact that she was not doing a good job of dressing the wound anyway.
‘You better come in.’
‘Leave the door open, lass, Mrs. Garland will be here in a minute.’ he said. He placed his kit down preparing to use it and waited until Allison arrived. Feeling self-conscious, Sarah sat on the bed, fidgeting with the top of her dressing gown to make sure she was covered. It seemed an eternity before Allison finally arrived.
Allison helped her get ready as Andrew politely turned his back. She lay down on her stomach as Allison placed a blanket over her legs and bottom with the dressing gown on top.
‘All ready, Captain Mackenzie.’ Allison said.
Andrew positioned the lamp and gently pulled up the dressing gown exposing her lower back causing a gentle shiver with the rush of cold air.
‘What a mess. Did this just burst?’
‘Yes, I bent over and felt the pop; I must admit it felt better afterwards.’
‘Hmm, there must have been a splinter left behind and it has festered. Fortunately, it has worked itself to the surface. The piece has come out, all except for a small bit. I will have to get it out and give it a good clean.’
Sarah clenched her fists dreading the next part. She grabbed hold of the pillow and bit her lip. Allison patting her hand.
‘It will be fine, lass.’
Sarah felt Andrew’s hands touching her back as he gently examined the wound. The nervous feeling returned, not because of the idea of him having to get the splinter out, but because he was so close. Shaking, she inhaled deeply and let her breath out slowly.
‘Would yer like anything before we start?’ he asked.
‘No, I am fine. Do what you have to.’
She felt him stand and return with what he required.
‘Mrs. Garland, could yer please hold the basin for me?’ Gently, he cleaned the wound. Placing his hand on Sarah’s shoulder, he whispered quietly.
‘It is going to hurt, but I will try to go as gently as I can.’
Gently he rubbed her shoulder, and his touch was so soothing she did not want him to stop. She wanted him to hold her close, but she knew this would not happen. Andrew set to and in no time at all the rest of the splinter was removed. Once more, he put a clean dressing on the wound and asked her to lift her stomach as he wrapped it around her waist. At one stage, he accidentally touched Sarah’s breast which sent a shiver down her spine. She hoped he had not noticed but he had. Andrew noticed all right, he wanted to stop there and let his hand linger a while. He felt her nipple was tight, he wanted to place his lips on them, suck and lick them, but of course it was out of the question. Completing his task, he knew he would have to leave. If Allison hadn’t been in the room, he would not have been responsible for his actions. He pulled the dressing gown back down over her back. Allison took the basin over to its stand.
‘All done.’ He crouched beside her; seeing the tears in her eyes. Andrew smiled.
‘Something is in my eye, that is all.’ she said.
Andrew brushed a hair away from her face.
‘Is there anything yer need?’
‘No, thank you Andrew. I will lie here if that is all right.’
‘I will leave these things here as I will have to check yer back tomorrow.’
‘I am sure it will be fine, no need to check it.’
‘I will check it tomorrow, Sarah.’ The tone in Andrews’s voice told Sarah it was not worth arguing.
Standing up, he grabbed another blanket and placed it over her.
‘Good night again, Sarah, I will see yer in the morning.’
‘Night, Andrew.’ Allison collected the used bits and pieces including the bowl.
‘Good night, lass,’ Allison said.
‘Good night and thank you.’ Sarah replied.
Sarah thought about what Andrew had said about him checking her back. It was like an order, a father talking to a child, or a husband talking to his wife. Do not question me. Once before, she heard this when he tried to warn her about the unfriendly Maoris. She had seen him in a couple of bad moods while they were travelling and the way he had spoken to the guides was firm. He was definitely like a Captain commanding his men. She wondered if he was trying to dominate her too. Her mind drifted back to the dance, remembering Andrew and then what Ben had said to her. While she did not want to be a man, but she did want to have some of their opportunities. How dare he say such a thing and what did he mean ‘if she wants a man?’ If she did, it could be Andrew. Trying to draw a conclusion, she felt unsure if Andrew had any real interest in her. The way he looked at her sometimes makes her feel as he was interested.
Andrew walked into the bar, and found that there were still a few people milling around. Damn that woman. Oh god, how he wanted her. He was confused. He had never felt this deeply about a woman before.
‘Whisky please, John G.’
‘Certainly, Captain.’ The man poured his drink.
‘Captain, is it?’ Andrew turned to his left to see a tall, distinguished looking gentleman in full army uniform. Andrew glanced at his shoulder epaulettes, a full Colonel, stood beside him.
‘Bombay Regiment India, Sir.’
‘Seen action in your time?’
‘Yer could say that. Been in a few sticky situations. Mysore and Hyderabad. Nae really want to remember.’
‘Know what you mean.’ The man put his hand out towards Andrew.
‘Colonel Wyatt, 65th Regiment, I am in charge of all this lot.’ He glanced around the inn nodding at several officers and men who were in the bar drinking and entertaining their lady friends. Andrew took his hand, shook it and went back to leaning on the bar.
‘When did yer get out?’ the Colonel asked.
‘Less than a year ago. After ten years, I had had enough.’ Andrew drank his whisky and signalled for another.
‘Why did not you go for higher rank?’
‘Was offered it but thought better of it. Left to seek my fortune while I was still alive. If a bullet was not going to get me, the dysentery would have.’
The two talked on. Andrew liked the man, he reminded him of his Commanding Officer back in India, straight and to the point. You knew where you stood with him. This man had come up through the ranks, difficult for any man. The feeling was mutual and the Colonel enjoyed Andrew’s company as well.
‘If you ever change your mind and want to re-enlist, I am always looking for able bodied single men who can command.’
Andrew held up his glass as if to salute, as did the Colonel. Both then drank down their whiskies. A lieutenant on Andrews’s right accidentally knocked Andrew, spilling his drink.
‘Sorry Sir.’ The officer did not see his colonel. ‘Sir, I must apologize. I am a lieutenant in the 65th Regiment and have returned from a dangerous mission.’ The young man was drunk and Andrew was not in the mood for him. His leg ached and he was frustrated and angry with himself about Sarah. After a few minutes of singing his own praises, the young man said:
‘You civilians have no idea what it is like on the front line, to have to make life and death decisions for you and your men.’
Andrew eyed this young man. If any of his lieutenants had spoken like this, he would have had words with him, but thinking about it, none of his lieutenants would have done this. They had been through hell and back; it was not to be bragged about. The young man stopped talking for a few minutes and glanced at Andrew, his buddy, while another lieutenant filled Andrews’s glass and those of his companions. Andrew then spoke, spitting out his words:
‘Look ,laddie, the day yer order yer men into battle knowing none may survive and they do, that is when yer can brag. Until then, I would keep my mouth shut. Killing or being killed is nothing to boast about. When yer stop telling people about what has happened, when it is too painful to remember, that is the time yer can sing yer own praises. But, trust me, yer will not, as the memories are too hard to bear. Yer have a lot to learn my lad, a lot to learn.’
Andrew leant back on the bar as the lieutenant saw his commanding officer.
‘Sir, I... I did not see you there.’
‘Obviously not,’ the Commander replied glaring at his young lieutenant.
‘Good night, Colonel.’ Andrew drank another glass of whisky, then refilled it.
‘Good night, Captain and remember what I have said about re-enlisting.’ Andrew nodded, turned, and glared at the young lieutenant. He was tired, his knee was sore and he was preoccupied with Sarah and did not need this. Picking up his glass, he drank the last of the liquid and placed his glass back on the bar and left.
The Colonel turned to his subordinate,
‘Next time you shoot you mouth off, check who you are talking to. He is a veteran and an ex-Captain of the Bombay regiment who has seen more in his time than you have at the moment. God may forbid, but I think yer will see it all too soon. A war is coming. He is not interested in your minor skirmishes. I would be embarrassed if I were you. That man fought at Mysore and Hyderabad and survived.’
Andrew entered his room. Sitting on the bed, he removed his boots and threw himself on his bed he placed his hands behind his head. The whisky was taking effect at last; his leg was not as painful now. Some of what the young lieutenant had said was playing on his mind. The sounds, the smells and the people in India floated back. The memories, both good and bad, resurfaced once more. He drifted off into a restless sleep, his mind troubled by memories of the past.
Peter was having a good time at the dance. For him, Nancy was wonderful, and he enjoyed her company. Her smile lit up her face as it did when he first met her. Every time she was near, he felt his heart beating faster. He saw Andrew signalling that he was taking Sarah home. A while later, the last dance was called. Peter guided Nancy on to the dance floor. He pulled her as close he could, even though her mother was looking at them both. The dance finished all too soon and it was time to depart.
‘I think it is time to go.’ said Peter
‘I suppose it is.’ Nancy looked up into his eyes.
‘Shall I walk you to your carriage?’
‘That would be nice, but not yet, mother is talking to the Reverend and she will be there for a while.’ Grabbing Peter’s hand, she led him towards the balcony, through the doors, which she closed them behind her.
‘Do you think this is wise, young lady?’ Peter asked with a smile on his face.
‘I think you are a trustworthy fellow, Mr. Paterson.’ Nancy replied.
‘Oh, I do not know about that.’ He pulled her towards him. Nancy looked through the glass windows in the doors to check that her mother was preoccupied elsewhere and turned back to Peter.
‘Nancy, why have I found you here of all places? There must be a reason. I must have been good lately...We are going in a couple of days, why don’t you come with us?’
‘Oh Peter, you are a funny fellow. I am afraid I am not as strong or as fit as Sarah is. I find walking into town tiring enough. Do not get me wrong, I am not afraid of hard work but it is not for me. I like my home comforts too much.’
‘Let me write to you and when I am set up, I will send for you.’
‘That would be lovely.’ They stood looking at each other. Peter lifted his hand and traced the angle of her jaw and neck, bending his head he gave her a long kiss on her lips. Nancy had never been kissed in this way with so much passion. Her heart beat increased, and she was surprised by the sensation rippling through her body which caused her to freeze for few seconds before she responded.
‘Peter, I have only known you for a couple of days but I feel I have known you for years. I will be waiting for every letter you write and I promise to write to you too.’
‘When I am set up, will you come to me?’ Peter asked.
‘If you still want me, you know I will come.’
‘You do realise it could be a year, or maybe two.’ Nancy paused before she answered. Peter saw tears in her eyes.
‘Yes, I do. I am prepared to wait. I would wait for an eternity if I had to.’ A hair had dropped over her forehead. He reached up and brushed it aside. His hand paused for a short time, then he moved it across her cheek and down to her throat. Once more, he leant forwards and kissed her again. His hands explored her body, moving across her breasts, and down her back to her hips, then to her waist again. Nancy found this uncomfortable but pleasant. It made her wish he would continue but he did not. Leaning forward, they rested their foreheads on each other’s. Peter kissed her nose and whispered:
‘We must get back, your mother will be wondering where you are.’
‘Yes I suppose we must.’ There were more tears in her eyes, she blinked to stop them but one escaped down her cheeks. Peter wiped it away and kissed her as though to kiss the tears away. He lifted his head up to smile at her. Nancy looked down, unable to look at him in case she cried once more. Bringing his hand up, he lifted up her chin with his index finger.
‘Come on, we better go. Can I call tomorrow?’ Peter asked.
‘Why of course, that would be wonderful.’ Peter gave her one last kiss on the forehead and as they both turned, Charles opened the door, looking none too happy.
‘Nancy, there you are. Time to go young lady.’ He glared at Peter.
‘We were just on our way, dear brother.’ Peter took her by the arm and escorted her to the carriage.
After they left, Peter walked back to the hotel. The air was cool and a fresh breeze came off the sea. He put his hands in his pockets but could not get Nancy out of his head. He wanted her for his bride, he wanted to make love to her, he wanted her to have his children. No way to could do any of these things at the moment. He also could also not see her on a farm in the middle of nowhere. He must write whenever he could and hoped she would write to him. In time, he hoped she would be his. Yes, she will be his!
Right now, Peter wanted any female company urgently but he would not dare to seek it here. Whanganui was so small, information might get back to Nancy; he did not want that to happen, so with this in mind, he returned to his room.
Andrew settled as the whisky made his mind spin. Finally he fell into a restless, light, sleep ........ Smoke, noise, men screaming, his chest about to burst, he could not breathe...Young Barton was on the ground, they would have him in a minute. No, you do not. The sabre entered the assailant’s back, the sword stuck. Andrew kicked the man off his sword; Barton was now safe. There was an expression of terror still on the boy’s face. Andrew held out his hand to help the sixteen-year-old up.
‘Thanks Captain. Look out behind you!’ the boy screamed. Turning, he managed in time to fend off his attacker by hitting him with the back of his sword, so down he went. He felt a sharp pain in left shoulder, it felt like an explosion, his arm was useless. There was a smell of blood and gunpowder. Looking down at his shoulder at his arm, he saw blood oozing from a wound. His shoulder would not move but at least he could move it from the elbow. ‘No bloody use, the pain was too much.’ Through the dark hole in his tunic, he felt sticky blood oozing down his arm and chest. Then he felt a hot, burning pain in left calf, and his leg gave way causing him crashed to the ground, face down in the dirt. Rolling over, he freed his good arm too late, as a blade came down across his belly. He saw a surprised expression on his assailant’s face as his body fell on top of him, smothering him. He wanted to scream, but no sound came. Then he felt the weight of the body was being lifted off him. A shadow of a dark man stood above him in the darkness...
Andrew sat up and swung his feet over the bed. Sweat poured off his body, he could not breathe.
‘Andrew are you all right?’ Peter’s voice was in the distance. Andrew tried to re-orientate himself. Breathing heavily, he looked around. The room was dark and quiet.
‘Andrew, are you all right?’ Peter repeated. Andrew realizing where he was, relaxed.
‘I am fine. I have had a bad dream.’ The young lieutenant had stirred memories that were best forgotten. Peter got up, wrapped a towel around his waist, he came over and sat on the side of Andrew’s bed.
‘Bad one, was it? Do you want a drink?’
‘No thanks, have not had one of those dreams for ages. What time is it?’ Peter picked up the fob watch from the bedside table, and using the light from the moon coming through the curtains, looked at it.
‘Quarter past four.’ Andrew was breathless. Stripping off his sweat sodden shirt, he threw it onto the floor.
‘You go back to bed, Peter, I will be fine.’
Peter rose, patting Andrew’s shoulder reassuringly. He felt how sweaty he was, and saw Andrew’s scarred body.
‘I will see you in the morning.’ Peter said as he went back to his bed. Settling back on his bed once more, Andrew threw a blanket over himself. He felt too frightened to go to sleep in case the memories returned. His mind drifted back to Sarah, her face, the feel of her skin under his touch and her lavender perfume. She had no time for him it seemed and he was confused. Should he go after her or back off? He tried to convince himself, it was hopeless, it was not the right time. Oh, but he could dream. His thoughts were his own, no one knew about them. He could imagine making love, tasting, smelling, and kissing her.
Peter flicked back the covers of his bed and reaching for his long johns, he put them on.
‘Yer were late coming in last night?’ Andrew commented.
‘Hmm, had some thinking to do. How are you? How is Sarah?’
‘I am fine. Dug another piece of wood out of her back, hopefully she will not have any more problems but I will see to it again this morning to double check.’
‘Do you want me to chaperone?’ Peter asked.
‘No need for that as I have Mrs. Garland coming up.’
Lighting his pipe, Andrew drew in and slowly expelled the smoke into the air.
‘What are yer thinking about doing today?’ Andrew asked.
‘Nothing much, perhaps purchasing supplies for the next leg of our trip.’
‘A likely story.’ Andrew said with a smile on his face.
‘I was thinking about Nancy. Seems to be a nice young lady and I may think seriously about writing when we leave.’ Peter changed the subject as he stood up to dress.
‘What time is it?’ Andrew asked.
‘Quarter after eight.’
‘I will see Sarah at nine. Yer seem to trust me with her.’
‘Have up to now. I am sure you will be a perfect gentleman. Of course, Mrs. Garland will help.’
‘What do yer mean by that?
‘Nothing, nothing at all.’
‘Peter, out with it.’
‘I think you may have more feelings for her than you want to admit and I am sure you have enough respect for her not to do anything that would be inappropriate. Am I correct?’
Andrew puffed on his pipe and blew the smoke, into the air. The two looked at each other. Andrew shook his head and laughed.
‘Peter, do go to breakfast.’ Andrew was not prepared to commit himself one way or another. Peter smiled at his friend. He had known him for a only month but felt he was a man he could trust with Sarah. God forbid if anything should happen to him, she would have to rely on him.
‘I will see you at breakfast, I am starving.’ With that comment, Peter left the room.
There was a knock on the door. Sarah was already out of bed and half dressed.
‘Is that you Peter?’
‘No, it is Andrew.’ Sarah’s head spun as her heart skipped a beat.
‘One moment, please.’ She finished dressing and straightened her hair. Opening the door, she saw Andrew.
‘I would like to check yer back.’
‘But I am already dressed, and it is fine.’ She looked up at Andrew, who looked tired. He did not move. Andrew was not going to take no for an answer.
‘I need to check it.’ The way he spoke made her think again; it was clear he was not going away. It slightly irritated Sarah. ‘He’s a typical bossy male.’ she thought, nevertheless, she stood back to let him in, closing the door behind him.
‘Leave it open.’ he ordered.
‘Turn your back and I will get ready.’
‘We will have to wait. Mrs. Garland will be up soon.’ Sarah nodded as Andrew checked his equipment and collected the bowl.
Allison arrived, carrying a jug of hot water and closed the door. Andrew turned around and washed his hands while Sarah undid her buttons, took off her dress and petticoat then lay down on the bed as Allison pulled a blanket up over her legs and bottom to the level of the bandage.
‘All ready.’ said Mrs. Garland. Andrew sat on the bed; gently he lifted Sarah’s camisole higher and moved the blanket down, tucking it around her hips.
‘Lift up.’ Sarah raised herself to allow him to remove the bandage. Sarah felt him close, his hands touching her back and the faint smell of his tobacco. He paused to look at the wound. His breath on her back caused a pleasant shiver.
‘It is looking good, but needs a clean.’ She closed her eyes and clenched her fists in anticipation. His hands rested on her skin. Seeing Sarah’s clenched hand as he picked up the lotion and cotton wool, he placed his on top of it. Leaning forwards, until his mouth was level with her ear, he spoke quietly.
‘Hey, it is not going to be as bad as last night. But I do have to clean it.’
Sarah unclenched her hand and grabbed hold of Andrew’s. He gave her hand another squeeze, then pulled it away. Gently, he completed his chore, replaced the dressing, and completed bandaging the wound. Andrew found it hard to concentrate with Allison in the room. He must remember to ask Peter to chaperone this next time. He pulled Sarah’s camisole down and moved the blanket up further.
‘Yer can roll over now.’ Sarah was dressed in nothing but her camisole, and her bodice was low cut, thin and clinging. Her heart beat faster, but feeling brave, she carefully rolled over. Andrew sat on the bed, one hand extended across her body and resting on the mattress beside her. She looked at him as she held the blanket over her chest. Andrew studied her face.
‘How does it feel?’ he asked. Sarah nervously looked into his eyes. The touch of his hand on her hip and his sitting close caused her to tingle with excitement.
‘It stings, but it is not throbbing like before.’ Allison moved around the room retrieving the used cotton wool and bowl. She had noticed the connection between the two and regarded it endearing and saw why the Captain needed a chaperone. The pair may not know it, but she felt they would be together in the end. Deliberately, she looked away; she should not have but why not?
‘That is good.’ he said quietly, as he glanced to see what Allison was doing. There was a moment of silence, then he looked back at Sarah. Both wanted to speak, but neither found the words. Her throat was dry. Swallowing hard, she said:
‘We better get down to breakfast. Peter is waiting for us.’ As she spoke she raised herself up, coming inches away from Andrew’s face. Again there was a pause, with both staring at each other. Sarah felt he wanted to kiss her and realized she wanted to kiss him too. ‘Oh, God, why doesn’t he kiss me?’ Forgetting for a few moments that Allison was in the room, her eyes searched his face for an answer. Slightly breathlessly, Andrew whispered:
‘Yes, we better go. Peter will be wondering where we are.’ Allison coughed, Andrew got off the bed as if he was guilty of something.
‘Shall I wait?’ he asked.
‘No, no, you go on, I will be there directly.’
‘Thank you, Mrs. Garland.’ he said as he went out. Allison smiled at Sarah.
‘I will see you at breakfast, my dear,’ she said and with bowl in hand, she disappeared out the room, closing the door behind her.
Sarah felt hot. Throwing herself back on the pillow, her heart beat faster. She was angry as she imagined what may have happened if Andrew had taken her in his arms and kissed her. She would have responded, placing her arms around his neck, allowing him to kiss lips and neck. Sarah felt tears in her eyes. Opening them, she wiped the wetness away. ‘Damn that man.’ Getting off the bed, she dressed and tidied herself up. She felt suddenly deflated.
Andrew too felt angry with himself. He certainly had wanted to kiss her, but it was not the right time and as it was not proper either, he had had to get out of the room fast. Sarah was slowly making a permanent imprint on his heart and he did not know what to do next. His feelings for her did not make sense. He would have to rethink the situation, yet again.
As Sarah approached the table for breakfast, the two men rose slightly from their seats.
‘Good morning, Peter. What time did you get in last night?’
‘Not very late.’ Andrew glanced at Peter and smiled which did not go unnoticed by Sarah. Sarah sat down; Peter had already had his breakfast.
‘Could I have a coddled egg, toast, and a pot of tea please, Mrs. Garland.’ Allison nodded and hurried back to the kitchen.
‘What is on the agenda today?’ Sarah asked Peter.
‘Mack wants to go and see the Reverend Taylor about guides. He thinks he can find some for a good price. We have to get supplies. I thought you and I could go shopping this morning.’
‘Oh, I want to return Nancy’s dress and say good-bye to the Turners in the afternoon.’ Sarah felt a small kick under the table.
‘Remember, I have to check yer back this afternoon Sarah. We could meet Peter there later on.’ He gave her a meaningful look as he spoke.
‘Oh, yes you did say that, Andrew, I remember now.’ Peter stood up and pushed in his chair.
‘Well good people, that is settled then. I will see you in about thirty minutes and we will get the supplies. Could you book us in for lunch as well please Sarah?’
‘What about dinner?’
‘May as well. Andrew are you joining us for lunch?’ Andrew nodded.
‘Yes, I need an excuse to get away.’
‘Listen to you, frightened of the girls fussing over yer, Andrew!’
‘Right I will see you soon.’ Peter said as he left the two alone.
‘What was that all about with you kicking me under the table?’
‘Sarah, yer can be slow sometimes. Yes, he got in late last night and who do yer think he was with Nancy, of course.’
‘She is too young for him.’
‘Nineteen, I believe.’
‘But Peter’s twenty-six, that’s a seven years difference.’
‘Sarah, it’s the norm to have the husband some years older than the wife. I have acquaintances who have married women ten years their junior.’
‘Cradle snatchers!’ she snapped.
‘Sarah, I cannot see anything wrong with it. It is the way it is.’
‘Well, I suppose you are right.’
‘Anyway, the last thing he wants is his little sister cramping his style.’
Allison appeared just then to give Sarah her eggs. As Sarah breakfasted, they sat in companionable silence.
‘Did yer enjoy the dance last night?’
‘It was fine until the incident with Ben, but the less said about him the better.’
‘I wish to apologize for this morning.’ Sarah knew exactly what he was referring to.
‘What ever do you mean?’ She felt herself blush. Andrew studied her face and said:
‘Oh nothing, my mistake... Right, any tea left in the pot?’ Sarah poured Andrew another cup and the two sat together, leaving many things unsaid.
Peter in the meantime walked up to the Turner’s house and knocked on the door. Several moments later, Iris Turner opened the door to him.
‘Peter, what a pleasant surprise, you’ve come to see Nancy, if I am not mistaken.’ Peter smiled as she showed him into the front room.
‘I have come to have a word with you first, if I may.’ Iris turned to face the young gentleman as he stood hesitantly in her parlour.
‘Have you now, and what do you want to speak to me about?’ Iris knew what he wanted.
‘I have come to ask for your permission to court Nancy. I want to marry her, but not at the moment. I would like to be settled first and then I feel I will have something to offer her.’
‘I see, you are asking for my permission to correspond with her?’
‘Yes, I would like your permission before I see her this morning. If the answer is no, I will leave straight away.’
‘You are leaving the day after tomorrow are you not? We may not see you for months or even years. How do you think you will manage to keep the relationship going?’ Iris looked at him sternly.
‘I have briefly discussed this with Nancy. She is fully aware that it could be sometime before we can marry. She is prepared to wait.’ Iris moved towards the window and looked out.
‘What would happen if your plans for the farm do not work out?’
‘I am a qualified Solicitor and would go back to that. I also have a yearly income. My grandmother left both Sarah and I with a large trust.’
‘I see. If you came this morning to ask to marry her, I would have said no, but as you are prepared to wait, I suppose I can have no objection. You must remember you may have a lot of competition and it is up to you to keep the relationship intact. I will go with what Nancy wishes. Do you understand?’ She turned to face Peter once more. He nodded. ‘Well, time will tell young man. We will see how it goes. You have my blessing.’ Peter smiled at the older woman.
‘Thank you, Mrs. Turner, you will not be sorry.’
‘Let us hope none of us will be sorry.’ Iris once more smiled at Peter as Nancy entered the room.
‘Peter, Beth said you were here.’
‘Peter has come to ask if he may court you.’
‘Oh, has he...’ Nancy looked at Peter, unable to take her eyes off him. Iris studied the pair.
‘I have to get back to my kitchen, would you like a cup of tea, Peter?’
‘That would be nice, Mrs Turner, thank you.’
‘I will be sending Elizabeth in directly with the tea things.’ Iris turned and left the room, leaving the two alone. Nancy’s heart beat so fast she found it hard to speak. ‘Nancy, did you enjoy our time together last night?’
‘Yes, tremendously, I loved every minute.’ Peter moved closer, picked up her hand, and gently he brought it to his lips and kissed the back of it. She moved closer as Peter glanced towards the door. On seeing no signs of anyone, he brought both hands up, cupped her face, and ever so slowly leant forward, and gave her a long passionate kiss. His warm moist lips demanded her attention as his tongue wanted her to react. As she responded, his arms went around her, pulling her closer.
‘I think I love you Nancy, I knew the moment I saw you. Your mother has given me permission to write to you. Hopefully, if you want to marry me when I am settled, you will still want to come to me.’
‘Peter, you know I will wait for you even if it is forever. Hundreds of women have their men going off for years yet they still love them. I will not disappoint you; I can say that right now. Yes, I will marry you.’ Peter looked deeply into her eyes, and he knew at this minute in time, she meant it with all her heart. He was about to kiss her again when Beth burst into the room carrying a tray of tea things. Beth cleared her throat loudly before she spoke,
‘Sorry to interrupt you two.’ Beth stared at the couple as Peter released Nancy, who straightened her gown. The pair moved and sat next to each other on the couch, with Nancy making sure she was close enough to touch him with her leg.
‘Shall I be Mother?’ Beth asked as she poured the tea.
‘What time are you leaving on Saturday, Peter?’ she asked
‘In the morning, at first light. We hope to make Wellington in about four to five days. Then we will catch a boat across to the Middle Island and on to the Nelson District. Though we do not think there is any land available, it will be worth a look.’
‘They say the land is beautiful in the Middle Island but some places are harsh.’
‘I do not know about that. We shall have to see when we get there.’
‘Milk and sugar, Peter?’ Beth asked.
‘That will be fine. It is nice to have milk in one’s tea for a change.’ The conversation between the three continued for a while. Nancy hoped Beth would shut up and leave but she did not and when she took up her sewing, Nancy knew it was hopeless.
‘Nancy’s good with a needle, and not a bad cook either, but hopeless on sponges.’
‘Beth, will you be quiet!’
‘Why do you not want Peter to know all about you?’
‘Not from you, thank you very much. Sorry about her Peter, but she does not know when to be quiet.’ Nancy gave her sister a glare. Peter sat for some time, unable to get a word in because of Beth and when Nancy spoke, he was amused. Looking at Nancy, he didn’t know why he loved her so. He asked himself again, was it because he had felt lonely when he first met her or was it the real thing? Something in his heart told him it was the latter. He had had a few women in his time and many one night meetings, but Nancy was different from her smile, and the way she smelt. It sent his head into a spin thinking about her. How would he be able to wait for her?
‘Peter, Peter!’ he heard Beth’s voice.
‘Oh, I am sorry, what did you say?’
‘I asked if you would like a sandwich, Nancy made them.’
‘Thank you.’ Peter bent over and took one. Nancy gave her sister another cross stare, as Iris entered the room.
‘Everything is under control so I may as well join you.’ After a few more minutes of pleasantries, Peter asked if he could take Nancy for a walk. Iris paused for a few moments but after seeing the eager expression on Nancy’s face, she agreed.
‘Yes, all right, but do not be too long. Jennifer would love a walk along the river.’ she gave Peter a smile. Nancy glared at her mother. Jennifer eagerly jumped up, ready to go. Once outside, Peter was relieved to be away from the other two women but with Jennifer in toe, they were not alone. They walked together arm in arm, talking about nothing in particular, silly things, favourite foods, music. Jennifer was happy to skip on ahead and then come back to show the pair a flower or an insect of some kind.
‘Would you be happy living on a farm in the middle of nowhere?’ Peter asked.
‘As I said before, I do not know. Whanganui is small but it still has people and shops. We have been living here for a couple of years. I cannot say I have enjoyed it. They say this country is going to get bigger, with more settlers arriving in time. I am still waiting. Mother said we may travel to Wellington, it is supposed to be getting bigger every day, with lots of shops and people moving into the district. It may be a big city one day. Peter, I honestly do not know if I could, but as long as you are there, that will make all the difference.’
As they walked by the river; he spied an old tree trunk. Taking off his coat, he put it over the stump, and Nancy sat down on it. Peter sat on the ground at her feet, leaning back against her. She placed her arms around his neck. Peter brought his hand up and placed it on top of hers. Bending forward, she glanced around to check Jennifer was not looking and kissed his hand. Together they sat looking out over the river, and while an occasional word was spoken between them, no words were really needed. Jennifer sat close to Peter, chatting endlessly about nothing at all. With her present, they were happy to be in each other’s company while both dreading the time when they would have to part. Nancy had to hold back her tears, with the notion of what was to come. Soon it was time for them to depart.
‘We had better go back. Mother will be wondering where we have got to.’
Peter stood and brushed his trouser legs. Holding out his hand, she took it and he gently pulled her up to stand in front of him. They stared at each other, as their breathing increased. He wanted her more than anything but he knew he could not have her...not at this moment.
‘Jennifer, how about picking a few of those lovely flowers over there to take back to your Grandmother.’ The girl smiled, she would do anything Peter asked and ran over to pick the flowers. With Jennifer out of the way, he placed his arms around Nancy’s waist and pulled her close by her hips so she touched him. He felt himself becoming aroused which Nancy felt, causing her to tremble with strange sensations rippling through her. Nancy wanted him to touch her, to make love, though she did not realise what this entailed. Kissing her lips, his hand explored her body, her back, her hips, up towards her breasts. Resting there, he felt her nipples harden under his touch as he rubbed his thumb over them. As he kissed the tops of her breasts, her breathing became heavier. She shook breathlessly as she spoke.
‘Oh, Peter, please, you must stop.’ Ignoring her for a few minutes, he moved up to her neck and lips, once more giving her a long passionate kiss. Nancy responded, wanting more but knew she could not. He stopped and drew back.
‘Remember my kisses, my touch, for they may have to last you a long time.’
‘Of course. I will not forget you.’
Tears formed in her eyes in contrast to her dry throat.
‘Hey, no tears. I will be back.’ His fingers wiped the tears away from her face, then his lips kissed first one eye, then the other.
‘Come on, we must go,’ he said, kissing her forehead, and releasing her. They walked arm in arm back towards the house with Jennifer running ahead of them. As they approached, Jennifer came back to them.
‘Sarah’s here and she has brought a man with her.’
‘I think she means Andrew.’ he said.
Back at the house, Iris made a second lot of tea.
‘Andrew, Sarah, how nice to see you. Peter is here.’
‘I had to come and say good-bye to everyone and bring the dress back. Andrew decided to come for the walk and escort me’ Iris showed the pair into the front room.
‘We have not had many visitors for months and then suddenly everyone arrives at once. Peter is with Nancy somewhere, they should be back at any moment.’ As she said this, the pair came into the room, followed by Jennifer. Sarah noticed her brother had a grin on his face and she knew things had gone well.
‘I will leave you with Nancy while I go and get more tea. Peter, would you like another?’
‘Yes, that would be nice, thank you, Mrs. Turner.’ Iris smiled and then hurried out of the room. After a few moments, Ben came in, Sarah glanced at him and then at Andrew. Andrew stared hard at Ben.
‘Afternoon everyone, I have called in to pick up something and then I am off.’ He went over to one of the chairs and picked up what appeared to be papers.
‘Good-bye to you all, I hope your journey will not be too hazardous. Sarah, Peter, Andrew.’ As he spoke, he tipped his hat and nodded at them individually, as if to mock them. Still looking at Andrew with a stern look on his face, he left the room.
‘Did I miss something?’ Peter inquired quietly of Andrew.
Andrew who was still looking in Ben’s direction said:
‘I will tell yer about it later as he may be yer future brother-in-law.’
Iris arrived with another tray filled with things to eat. The group sat around chatting to each other until it was time for them to leave. Andrew stood up to take their leave.
‘We must be off. They have dinner waiting for us.’ Nancy’s expression changed from pleasure to one of panic. Sarah said her good-byes and turned to speak to Jennifer.
‘I promise I will write and you can write to me.’ Jennifer nodded. As Andrew and the women left to go outside, Peter held back, grabbing Nancy’s hand. As she went past, he pulled her towards him. He glanced up at the doorway to check everyone had disappeared and seeing them all in conversation with each other, he pulled her closer still.
‘Bye my love.’ He kissed her again, long and passionately and squeezed her as tightly as he could and let her go.
‘Oh, Peter.’ The tears were in her eyes, she sniffed, and not able to bear it any long, she broke free from him and ran up the stairs. Peter watched her go; he too felt a lump in his throat, he cleared it and swallowed, then went outside to join the others. Tears flowed down Nancy’s face as she pulled the net curtains away from the window and looked out. She saw Peter walking away down the path, walking away from her. She must be strong, her heart beat faster, feeling as if it was breaking.
The trio arrived back in time for the evening meal, and Andrew filled them in on the meeting he had had with the Reverend. Peter was quiet, and Sarah felt he was contemplating something. With the meal complete, Andrew and Sarah made their way to the other room while Peter said he would join them in a few moments. Sarah commenced her sewing, making small talk with another female guest. Noting after sometime the Peter had not appeared, she excused herself and grabbing her shawl, she draped it over her shoulders and went to look for him. Not finding Peter in his room, Sarah made her way on to the front veranda, where she found him smoking his pipe.
‘You all right Peter?’ she asked.
‘I am fine, just fine.’ he said this slowly and distractedly.
‘You are taken with Nancy, are you not?’
‘Mmm, I have asked if I could write to her with the intention of marrying her when we are settled.’
‘Do you want to stay here?’ Her heart beat faster, and she held her breath waiting for the answer. Peter continued to stare out into the night.
‘No, no, not at all. I did think about it earlier but besides going back to law, there is no way of supporting us. Therefore, my best bet is to keep going and find a place on Middle Island. They say there is a lot of unrest between the Maori and the Pakeha up here, so I think it will be safer in the south.’ Sarah sighed with relief.
‘Nancy seems lovely but rather young at the moment.’
‘That is just what her mother said. Anyway, the kettle is calling the pot black as you are only three years older. You are not exactly experienced in relationships between the sexes. I bet you have never been kissed,’ Peter teased.
‘I have so, cousin Arthur kissed me behind the garden shed when I was twelve.’
‘I am only teasing...You mean to say you never let Wesley kiss you?’
‘No, I did not. I could not. He was all hands, and when he went to kiss me, I could not bear it.’
‘Interesting.’
‘Oh Peter, stop it! Anyway, it was you we were talking about.’ Peter smiled.
‘What if Mack was to give you a kiss, how would you feel then?’
Sarah paused before answering, and she began to feel irritated by the grin on Peter’s face. His eyes seem to laugh at her. She was glad it was dark as she felt herself flush.
‘Peter, do not be silly He is a travelling companion, like a brother or cousin.’
‘I believe you, Sis.’ he said sarcastically. ‘Kissing cousins maybe.’
‘Oh, I am off to bed. Will you wake me tomorrow? I am tired so I will need to be dragged out of bed.’
‘How is your back?’
‘Good, it is on the mend. Good night, Peter.’
‘Night, Sarah.’ Sarah left, leaving Peter to finish his pipe deep in thought. A few moments later, Andrew joined him.
‘Yer all right Peter?’
‘Hmmm, making decisions that will affect the rest of my life nothing too important.’ Andrew laughed.
‘What was the problem with Ben?’ Peter asked.
‘He tried something with Sarah, so she slapped his face. He also said a few unacceptable things.’
‘What?’
‘Said she wore men’s trousers because she wanted to be a man and insinuated that she did not want a man but a woman.’ Peter raised his eye brows.
‘What did Sarah say?’
‘Nothing, I think she missed the connotations of what he was insinuating. She did not have a clue.’ The two continued smoking their pipes before finally retiring to bed.
Their final day dawned in Whanganui and the last minute stores were purchased. Andrew told the others that the Reverend was unable to secure guides and had organised an European man instead who could accompany them. Because of the lack of porters, the decision was made to pack only what they needed, and the rest was put on a ship bound for Wellington. Andrew went to find their guide but found him in a drunken state and returned disappointed. After making several inquiries, he found another who was travelling to Wellington and who was willing to take them as far as Otaki. The rest of the way was well marked and they would have no difficulty in managing it on their own.