Chapter 15
With Kier at her side Cicely went to the village. Father Ambrose rang the church bell to assemble the clanfolk, who came from their cottages and from the fields around the village.
“We are to have a visit from the king and the queen,” Kier informed his clanfolk. “The lady will now explain what needs to be done before they arrive in October.”
“We have no bedchamber large enough to house King James and Queen Joan,” Cicely began. “We must build one before they come. It will have to be of wood, for there is no time to quarry stone.”
“There is enough stone in the nearby quarry already cut for a foundation and for floors,” said Mary Douglas’s husband, Duncan. “The priest’s da had intended to enlarge the house one day, but it came to naught. We can do this, my lady. Glengorm will not be found wanting when King Jamie comes calling with his queen.”
The clanfolk began immediately that same day. And in the days that followed they worked from first light until dark. The cut stones were dragged from their quarry, fitted together neatly, and secured with a mixture of clay and limestone. Trees in the nearby wood were felled, cut, and trimmed into boards. And while one group of men laid the stone for the floors, another began to raise the walls of the large chamber. The sound of hammering became so common that when it stopped the silence was deafening.
It had been decided that the roof of the new chamber would be flat, with a faux crenellated battlement decor. Cicely had convinced Kier that if they began enlarging the house so they could entertain the king properly, then afterwards they should finish by adding a room above the new room, which would be their bedchamber, while the room below would be converted into a fine library. A practical man, Kier decided she was right. The chamber would need a hearth. One was built with a separate chimney. The new chamber backed up onto the hall behind the high board. An aperture from the hall into the chamber was opened up. A fine paneled door was constructed, and matching paneling fitted to the walls. There was no time to go to Edinburgh and have glass made for the chamber’s one large window. Wooden shutters would have to suffice.
A large old bed, some tables, two chests, and some chairs were found in the attics of the house. The bed was given new rope springs. Cicely and Orva made a new mattress cover, which the women of the village stuffed with clean sweet hay and straw mixed with sprigs of lavender from Cicely’s herb garden. A new feather bed had been made to lay over the mattress, along with fresh pillows.
But it was in the attics that Cicely found a treasure that would make the chamber truly royal. Opening a trunk she saw a large packet wrapped in linen. Carefully lifting the bundle from the trunk, Cicely laid it upon an old table and began to unwrap it. The wrappings were protecting a set of burgundy velvet bed hangings for the refurbished bed now set up in the new chamber. And in the very bottom of the trunk were the brass rings from which these curtains could be hung. And everything was almost as if new.
“It’s a miracle,” she said to Ambrose Douglas as they sat eating the evening meal.
The priest smiled at her. “Of a sort, perhaps,” he said. “Actually those bed hangings were a gift to my father’s wife. The bed you have now set up in the new chamber was hers, as were the hangings. She died shortly after receiving them. My father thought them too fine fora border house. He had them put away. I do not think they hung more than a year or two. They are very suitable for a royal chamber.”
The velvet bed hangings were hung out in the fresh air, and beaten to make certain there was no dust left in them. Then they were brushed before hanging. The brass rings were polished, fitted to the bed, and hung. The new bedchamber suddenly had a look of elegance about it. As the day for the royal visit grew near, a basket of peat and wood was brought into the room to be put by the fireplace. The empty chests had sachets of lavender dropped into them so they would smell fresh when used. The bed was made with the linens that had been made for it. Mab and her staff of serving girls had washed the old linens, ironed them, perfumed them with lavender, and then made the royal bed up. On the day of the visit late roses were cut from the garden, placed in an earthenware pitcher, and brought into the chamber.
Cicely was more excited than she had been in a long while. Jo was coming! Her beloved friend was coming, and tonight they would sit by the hearth in the hall and catch up on all that had transpired since they were parted more than two years ago. She dressed carefully. Jo must not think that being the lady of a border house was any less than being in the queen’s household. Orva brought forth a gown of blue-green velvet, and Cicely nodded her approval to Orva.
“Aye, ’tis lovely,” she said as she brushed her long auburn hair. She would not plait it today, but rather contain it in a golden caul. She had bathed earlier and, now in a fresh chemise, she let Orva lace the gown, with its rounded neckline and graceful long, wide sleeves. Looking at herself in the small glass, she was pleased.
“The queen will undoubtedly be happy to see you,” Orva said. “And you have made a lovely chamber for her to rest in.”
“I’ve done little,” Cicely said. “ ’Twas our clanfolk who have made this happen. They are such good people, and we are fortunate to live among them.”
“Are you reconciled to this new marriage?” Orva asked.
“Once again the choice has been taken from me,” Cicely said. “But there are worse men in this world than Kier Douglas. I will manage.”
“He does not love you as Lord Ian did,” Orva noted.
“Kier does not even like me.” Cicely laughed. “But he will do what he has to do, even as I will, and we will make a success of this match.”
“Yet you liked the bedsport with him,” Orva said slyly.
“That much we have in common,” Cicely remarked. “Now I must go down to the hall. ’Twill not do for James Stewart and our Jo to arrive and I not be there to greet them. You must be there too, Orva.”
Kier watched her enter the hall and thought her beautiful. She was far too good to be a border wife, and yet ’twas exactly what she was. “Madam,” he said, bowing to her. He was dressed in his leather breeks, but today over his shirt he wore a long blue-and-gold brocade tunic that made his eyes seem even brighter. He held out his hand to her. “They should be riding up to the house as we speak. Come, madam!”
Together they walked from their hall and exited through the front door. King James and Queen Joan were just now arriving. The king rode a big black stallion. The queen, however, was being transported in a padded-leather cart being drawn by a white gelding. She looked tired, and not particularly happy, but when Cicely pulled her hand from Kier’s and rushed forward, a smile came to Joan Beaufort’s pretty face.
“Ce-ce!” she greeted Cicely. The queen’s cart came to a halt. The driver jumped from his bench and hurried to open the back of his vehicle, handing the queen out. The two women embraced warmly.
“You are with child!” Cicely said, excited.
“You are not, and that will make Jamie angry,” the queen answered her friend. “When were you wed to him? He’s a handsome brute. Better-looking, I think, than the other, Ce-ce. I like his black hair. Are his eyes dark?”
“They are blue. An outrageous shade of blue. We are not yet wed,but will be this month. It was necessary to mourn Ian for a full year. His clanfolk would not have been happy otherwise. Come into the house. We have built a brand-new chamber to shelter you, Jo. When our clanfolk heard you were coming they worked to make this new chamber so you and the king would be comfortable. Our bedchambers are too small.” Walking arm in arm with Queen Joan, she brought her into the house. “Jo,” she said, “thank you for regaining my dower for me. It allows me to be on an equal footing with Kier. He is not an easy man to live with, I fear. I was so used to Ian’s adoration and unwavering love, to find myself wedding a man who says he does not like me is hard.”
“He does not like you?” The young queen was astounded. “Why not?”
Cicely shrugged. “I don’t particularly like him either,” she said. “But we do respect each other, and I will be a good wife, Jo. I did not appreciate Ian’s true love for me when I had it. Now I am condemned to live out my life with a man who has quite frankly told me he considers me naught but breeding stock.”
