Glory over Everything: Beyond The Kitchen House(120)

WE HAD BEEN traveling under an hour and but for the creaking of the wagon, all was finally quiet. On leaving Williamsburg, we had passed a surprising amount of incoming traffic, yet now we were quite alone. I was not surprised that Pan was dozing after I learned he had been seated at the curbside since daybreak.

I watched him sleep, his head resting against Malcolm’s covered cage. What might have happened to him had Sukey not intervened? I thought again of how she had saved my life, then remembered those in the swamp who had saved us. I was thinking again of Peg and how she had sacrificed her goat, when our horses began to slow and one of the drivers shouted down, “Somethin’ fast comin’ up from behind!”

Robert and I exchanged a look of concern. “Pick up the pace!” I called to the driver, and we surged ahead.

I had seen to it that both drivers were armed, so we weren’t as vulnerable as we had been a few days previous, but we were still in a slave state. Was it possible that I was yet being pursued?

We were traveling so quickly that when our large carriage hit a pothole, it tilted and swayed dangerously. Intending to instruct the driver to slow down, I removed my hat and stretched my head out the window. Before I called up to the driver, I glanced back to see what I could. Through the thick dust stirred up from our wheels, I saw a small open gig gaining on us. But it was the driver’s black hair fanning out and the purple and green bonnet she waved that gave me recognition.

“Stop the carriage!” I called, then turned to Robert while laughing aloud in disbelief. “It’s Adelaide Spencer!”

Robert’s scowl did not hide his feelings.

We were rolling to a stop when I hopped out to greet Adelaide as she reined in her lathered horse. “Mr. Burton! How could you have forgotten about me?” she cried. “You didn’t even come to say goodbye!”

She winced when I lifted her down from atop her gig, even as I saw another rider approaching in the distance.

“Did I hurt you?” I asked. Concerned, I lightly touched her injured arm.

“It is healed,” she said, jerking back.

“Forgive me, Miss Adelaide,” I said. “I meant to come see you before I left, but unexpected circumstances called me away. I was going to write you a letter.”

She tilted her head away, insulted. “A letter!” she exclaimed in disgust.

More drastic measures were called for. I took her hand and spoke earnestly. “Forgive me, Miss Spencer. You must know that I am forever in your debt.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Indeed?”

“Most certainly!”

“Surely, then, a final visit was in order.”

I glanced off to see the other rider fast approaching.

She noted it as well and sighed. “It is my uncle. It’s a wonder he didn’t kill himself on that horse. And his death would have been on you, Mr. Burton, for having forgotten me!”

“Miss Adelaide, I assure you that I did not forget you. Unfortunately, an emergency has presented itself and I am rushing back to Philadelphia. My child’s grandfather is quite ill.”

“He is dying?” she asked.

“I’m afraid that might be the case.”

“But you were going to write a letter?” she asked.

“A very long one.”

“And you still intend to do so?” she asked.

“Adelaide Spencer!” the rider called out on his approach. “Your father will hear about this!”

Adelaide pushed back her tangled hair and tied on her hat as the obese man tried to gain control of his frothing horse. I went to him and held the reins so he might dismount.

Panting heavily, he slid from his horse. Adelaide ran a few steps toward him to scoop his hand up in hers. “Uncle, dear, I am so sorry! I didn’t mean for you to follow. Yet how fortunate! You now have the opportunity to meet the famous artist Mr. James Burton.”

“Young lady!” he began.

“Don’t be angry,” she stated. She touched her pink cheek to his gloved hand. “I had some final words for Mr. Burton, and you know what I am like. When my mind is made up, there is no turning back. It can’t be helped, Uncle! Surely you understand? I am so like you. It is our nature.”

As was wont to happen in Adelaide’s presence, the man was left speechless, and she turned back to me. “We will meet again, Mr. Burton? Promise me!”

I gave her a quick bow and smiled. “We will meet again, Miss Spencer. I am sure of it.”

Cries were beginning to seep from the carriage, and with that as my excuse, I said my goodbyes before I vaulted back into the fray.

Our ride lurched forward, and as I settled back and studied our small group, I realized that I was surrounded by those who most mattered to me. Was caring for them, then, to be my purpose?

With Robert and the nurse each tending a baby, I looked to Pan staring quietly out the window. He was far removed from the effervescent boy I once knew and his silence troubled me. “Pan?” I said. “Aren’t you happy to be returning home?”

Tears filled his eyes before he turned and leaned his forehead against Malcolm’s cage.

“What is it?” I asked as I touched the boy’s thin shoulder.

“I keep thinking about my daddy,” he cried.

“Of course you do,” I said, patting his shoulder. He straightened up to dry his face with his jacket sleeve, then sniffed so thoroughly that Robert handed him a handkerchief. Pan blew noisily, then passed the cloth back to Robert.