find fault with him when I compared my soft safe life with his perils and sufferings? I put my arms around him and vowed to love him more wholeheartedly.
ââTis time surely for your luck to turn,â I said. âAnd with it, Irelandâs. You may be a good luck charm, without knowing it.â
âYouâre the first piece of good luck Iâve had in a long time, Bess,â he said. âIn fact, youâre too good to be true.â
âIâm true as the oak of this deck,â I said, stamping my foot on the solid wood. âWill you be?â
I said the words lightly, but my mind flashed to the broken promise to the woman at Priestâs Leap. For a moment a darkness fell on his face, as if he sensed what I was thinking. But he only laughed and kissed me and said, âWhat do you think?â
Later that day, I climbed into the rigging to contemplate the sea from the crowâs nest. For this kind of exercise, I wore my sailorâs costume. High above the water, I gazed at the worldâs immensity and felt very small. I thought of Danâs story and brooded on how little we controlled our lives.
I was so absorbed, I scarcely noticed the arrival of my brother. He had a similar fondness for this perch. Dan, on the other hand, seldom joined me here. He disliked heights. They gave him âthe creeps,â he said, an American word that needed no translation.
âAre you going to marry him?â Michael said.
âIf he asks me,â I said.
âWhat if I ask him?â
âIâll have your head,â I warned him. âI havenât gone through the grief of defying Father, for all my love of him, to discover another father in you. Contrary to your assumption, the mere fact that Iâm female and youâre male gives you no authority over me.â
âHeâs not worthy of you, Bess. He has no education, no spirit but that of a mercenary.â
âIf you knew his life, you wouldnât be so quick to find fault,â I said, and told him the story of Danâs past. It shamed him into temporary silence, but he refused to change his mind.
âRemember how the song ends, Bess,â Michael said.
âWhat song?â I said, trying to pretend I had no idea what he was talking about.
ââDonal Ogue,ââ he said, and recited the final verse.
âFor you took whatâs before me and whatâs behind me
You took east and west when you wouldnât mind me.
Sun and moon from my sky youâve taken
And God as well or Iâm much mistaken.â
âIt wonât end that way,â I said. âGod wonât let it.â
How strange it was, that while I was sinning my soul and defying my father and the precepts of the Catholic Church, I remained convinced that I was doing a holy thing to risk my salvation to free Ireland. Revolutionaries are strange creatures, and Irish revolutionaries perhaps the strangest of all.
That night, Dan bought a bottle of John Jamesonâs from Captain OâHickey and got drunk. It was the kind of drinking I had never seen before, a dark plunge into whiskey as a kind of oblivion, without laughter or pleasure. But it loosed his tongue to speak to me for the first time with his feelings. Even when he took me in his arms, he said little by way of endearment. He never used the word âlove.â âYouâre a beauty, Bess,â he would murmur. He let me do all the talking about love.
Now, as he reached the bottom of the bottle, he looked at me and shook his head. âGo âway, Bess. When we get to New York, go âway from me. I specialize in lost causes. Always on the losinâ side. This thingâIrelandâlosinâ. Thereâs nothinâ there, Bess. No spirit. No hope.â
ââTis my cause more than yours,â I said. âYou canât tell me to go away from it. Any more than you can tell me to stop loving