Brennan
, Mr. Marwickâs most prized vessel.â
I looked up with surprise.
âYou know her?â Mary asked.
âIâve seen her! Two years ago in Skeld. Then another time in the distance off the Cliffs of Culswick. Me brother, John, pointed her out.â
âUncle stays with us when he comes to Lerwick. Brings us wonderful thingsâbooks, dresses, picturesâfrom his journeys.â
âThe books in your parlor. Iâve never seen so many.â
âYou mean to tell me you read?â
Once again me face grew hot.
âI was taken to understand crofters did notââ
âWell, I do!â I said, abruptly cutting her off. âWhenever I can find a book, that is. And I write as well.â Then, fearing meself rude, I softened me tone. âYour uncleâhe sails far?â
âAye. Wherever Mr. Marwick sends him. The West Indies, Belfast, Perth, Boston, Cape Town, Bergen, Rotterdam. Heâs been gone many months. This time with my brother, Charles, whoâs sixteen. We expect them back any day now. When I heard the knock at the door I worried it was they.â
âWorried?â
She lowered her gaze. âI miss them terribly, especially Charles. But with the way things are with Mr. Marwick, Iâm hoping they stay away . . . a bit longer.â She delicately wiped her mouth with a napkin. âWord is, if Mr. Marwick canât get the loan in Scotland, his entire fleetâincluding the
Ernestine Brennan
âwill be taken to cover his debt.â
âSurely a man of Mr. Marwickâs stature wonât allowââ
âPerhaps.â She bit off some bread and stopped to chew.
âCanât they signal himâturn him back to sea for a while until things get settled, so they wonât get close enough to seize the ship?â
âAye. Though it wouldnât be easy. The
Ernestine Brennan
is the most recognized ship in the harbor.â
I raised me eyebrows. âMe Daa says she carries cargo to our end of the island from time to time.â
Mary flashed a knowing smile. âGin. Tobacco. Timber. No harm in the Revenue Men missing things on occasion, me uncle says.â
When she refilled me bowl, I reached hungrily for me spoon, and then suddenly pulled back.
âGo on. Donât tell me a boy all skin and bones like yourself doesnât want a second helping?â
âBut your Midder. And the reverend. Surely we must save the rest for them?â
âOh, you mustnât worry about that,â she said with a wave of her hand. Then she pushed the bowl closer. âThereâs plenty for us all.â
âItâs just,â I started, me fingers creeping slowly toward the spoon. âWell, Miss, IâI canât remember a time when I was allowed.â
âTo eat before the aged?â
âNo.â I dropped me gaze. âTo have a second helping.â
She was quiet for a moment and shifted in her chair. âI see,â she said, then picked up her spoon and nodded for me to do the same. âYou donât need to call me âMiss.â âMaryâ suits me just fine, donât you think?â
âAye,â I mumbled. A smile crept from me lips even as the roof of me mouth burned once again.
âYouâre far from home.â
âSearching for me brother, John.â
âLost, is he?â
âHoot, no.â I scraped the edges of the bowl with me spoon to get the last drippings of stew. âRan from the croft last night in the storm.â
âDidnât he tell you where he was going?â Mary asked, dropping her elbows on the table and resting her chin in her hands. âHow rude.â
âI have a hunch heâll be down at the docks.â I glared at the bowl, feeling her eyes on me as I spoke. âHas something that dunna belong to him. Something I intend to get back beforeââ
The door flung open and Reverend Sill