Deceived. Bertrice Small

a respectable husband for her as quickly as possible, but somehow the thought of another man with Aurora angered him even further. Valerian Hawkesworth turned his horse back toward the main road before she caught him looking at her. If she found him out, she might tell Calandra, and he didn’t want his bride upset by a momentary weakness on his part.

      The days flew by. He spent the mornings with George, learning about how a sugar plantation was run, monitoring the books. He found his wife’s dowry a productive one. The Kimberlys, Robert in particular, had been very prudent, the duke discovered. Proceeds from the sales of the sugar crops were deposited with London banks. Kimberly had provided generously for his widow, and for his two stepchildren, whom, Valerian learned, he had formally adopted. Both Aurora and George would be considered excellent marriage prospects. He expected to have no trouble finding a husband for his sister-in-law, provided, of course, she behaved herself. But other than her proclivity for swimming naked in the sea, he could find little fault with her, except perhaps her quick tongue. And the sea surrounding England was generally too cold to swim in at all. Valerian Hawkesworth was beginning to feel expansive in his good fortune.

      He spent the afternoon and evenings with Calandra, her mother, and sister. His bride-to-be was very lovely, if perhaps a trifle dull, but then that was to be expected. She had spent her entire life on St. Timothy, which, while beautiful, offered little in the way of cultural stimulation. Calandra could read, and she could write, but she was, she admitted to him, hopeless at sums. She spoke a little French, but where she excelled was in the arts. Her embroidery was exquisite, as were the miniatures she painted; and as George had said, she sang sweetly, and played the pianoforte in the drawing room quite well. All in all she would be an asset to Farminster. His grandmother would smooth out her rough spots, and Calandra would be quite acceptable in society.

      His sister-in-law, on the other hand, was far more stimulating to speak with, and quite the bluestocking. She had read everything in her father’s library several times over. She wrote with a very fine hand, and had taught herself Latin. Besides English, she spoke both Spanish and French fluently, having had access along with George to a tutor for several years. He had seen her ride and swim. And one afternoon he had seen her best her brother at target shooting. She had a keen eye for mathematical figures, but none of the female accomplishments of her stepsister. She could neither sing nor play, nor paint nor embroider, and while she would not hurt Calandra’s feelings by scoffing at such things, it was obvious she had little time or patience for them. Aurora and Calandra were fascinating opposites, yet they loved each other dearly, he could see.

      Cally’s wedding gown was ready. The servants sewed diligently on the clothing she would take with her until she might obtain that fine London wardrobe. The duke was pleased that Aurora and George would be coming in eight months’ time rather than on his heels. He had Aurora’s measurements taken, and promised that a wardrobe would be sent to her in time to travel to England. And George, too, was to share in his brother-in-law’s bounty. It would be winter when they arrived, the duke reminded them, and they would both need warm, fashionable clothing.

      “You will send to me to let me know on what ship you intend traveling. I would suggest the Royal George, or its sister ship, the Queen Caroline. I will send my carriage to meet you.”

      “You are so kind to us, Valerian,” Oralia said.

      “Would you not come too, ma’am?” he asked her as he had several times previously. “We would welcome you at Hawkes Hill, and hope that Calandra will be with child by then. I know she would welcome her mother, particularly under those conditions.”

      Oralia shook her head. “When Robert brought me here from Jamaica, I vowed that I would never again set sail upon the sea. I have neither the head nor the stomach for it, it seems.” She laughed.

      “Then we must return to St. Timothy often so you may know your grandchildren, ma’am,” Valerian said generously.

      Oralia beamed even as Calandra giggled.

      He had begun to worry about Calandra. How many walks had they taken in the plantation house gardens? But she had yet to allow him any intimacy but the privilege of holding her hand. On the several occasions he had attempted to kiss her on the lips, she had turned away so that his lips barely brushed her cheek. If she would not allow him an innocent kiss, what was to happen when they were married? Aurora, he suspected, would have long ago succumbed to his kisses. He didn’t know why he had thought it, but he did. Then, having thought it, he put the idea from him guiltily. Certainly Oralia had, or would shortly, explain to Calandra her marital duties. Then it would be up to him to instruct his bride in the more practical aspects of those duties.

      The night before the wedding Oralia joined both her daughters in Cally’s bedchamber. “Aurora, I think it best you leave us,” she said.

      “May I not remain?” her stepdaughter replied. “You are going to speak to Cally of the physical side of marriage, aren’t you, Mama? I might as well hear it now, as you probably won’t be with me when I marry.”

      “But you are not departing for England for several months,” Oralia replied. “We will speak then, Aurora.”

      “I would rather hear it all with Cally, Mama.”

      “Oh, please let her stay,” Cally begged prettily.

      Oralia shrugged. She was uncomfortable enough as it was. It was actually a very practical idea to get this little speech all over and done with just once. “Very well,” she acquiesced. “Marriage has many aspects to it,” she began. “A good wife respects her husband. She keeps his house, and if he so desires, she may even offer him her counsel. But a woman’s chief duty, my girls, is to give her husband children. In order to do this, she must cojoin her body to his and receive his seed into her womb. For some women this is a pleasant duty, and she may even enjoy her husband’s passion.”

      “Did you?” Aurora asked frankly.

      Oralia blushed. “I did with your father,” she said low.

      “But not with mine?” Cally asked.

      Oralia bit her lip, but then said candidly, “Your father was not as gentle a man as was Robert Kimberly. While all men are basically alike in their forms, each is different in the manner in which he makes love to his wife. You must be prepared for this, both of you. Cally, I believe your duke will be kind and patient. Permit him the freedom of your body, for it is his right. You must not deny him.”

      “What will he do?” Cally asked curiously.

      “Each man has an…um…um…an…”

      “Appendage?” Aurora suggested.

      “How on earth did you know that?” her mother gasped.

      “I remember seeing George had one when we swam together as children,” Aurora said calmly. “It was a bit small, however.”

      “They grow as the male grows,” Oralia told them weakly, thinking this was probably the worst thing she had ever had to do in her life. “This appendage is the means by which a man joins his body with his wife.”

      “How?” Cally said.

      “There is an opening in a female’s body,” her mother said. “It can be found between your legs. As a man’s desire grows, this appendage will thicken, and grow. It is then ready to enter your body, which your husband, if he is thoughtful, will prepare for his entry.”

      “How?” Cally again.

      “He will stroke you,” Oralia said.

      “Like a cat?” Cally sounded disbelieving.

      “You know what you need to know,” Oralia said. “Valerian will answer any other questions you have, Calandra.”

      “How does a baby get into my body?” Cally persisted.

      “Your husband will deliver his seed into your womb by means of his appendage. This seed will grow if you are fertile at the time it enters your body, for you will not always be fertile to his seed, and the seed evolves into a baby. It generally takes