Under the July Sun (2 page)

Cat looked down, sighed and began picking mud from beneath her fingernails while crunching on the bull's-eye. Peggy and Mary looked at her in surprise, waiting for an explanation.

Her shoulders slumped and she realised she would have to give a reason for her decision. 'Sure, I cannot imagine meself bein' married to him.'

The sisters looked at each other, then back at Cat, waiting for her to continue.

'I liked his company once, but that's all gone now. I feel as though I'm missin' somethin' and I cannot go on pretendin'. I'm
not
in love with him!'

Breda was first to speak. 'Ye don't know a good thing when it's lookin' ye in the face!' She blurted out. 'If ye're not serious about him, then tell the man and let one of us have him!'

Yes
, Cat thought,
that's what she'd like isn't it
? But she just laughed. 'He's all yers. Take yer pick ladies, which of ye will take him off me hands?'

Peggy spoke up suddenly, surprising them all. 'Quit jokin' about it, Cat. Be serious! Ye'd be an absolute fool to pass Paddy up, especially now his brother's dead. That makes him the sole heir to, let me see now, the stud farm, gun shop and all the other businesses. Ye know the Hogans have their fingers in every pie. Anyway, neither Breda nor I would get a look in if ye were to pass him up; Bernadette Cullen is waitin' in the wings, so to speak.' She folded her arms and looked at Mary and Breda who nodded in agreement.

Cat listened, but knew in her heart that she would make her own decisions without her sisters' opinions. If Bernadette was to hook Paddy - then so be it!

* * *

Much later than intended, Cat left the shop and Bessie moved off at a steady pace. She toyed with the engagement ring hanging on a cord around her neck, thinking how much she wanted something special to occur.
To experience some excitement. I love living here, but nothing happens
, she thought to herself. One day she decided, she might spread her wings and go to live in London, like some of the other girls had. The thought cheered her and she poked Bessie with a twig to make her trot.

Delivering potatoes to the barracks for her father had meant she missed lunch, but she planned to join him later. They would eat their sandwiches and cheer her brother Tom on as he played football for Tipperary.
Well, I'd better get a move on
, she thought, and shook Bessie's reins to make her gallop up to the top of Main Street where the barracks stood at the end of the shops.

She stopped daydreaming about escaping from Fethard and scrutinised the town walls, remnants of the oldest walled town in Ireland, still with a semblance of its medieval past. Standing at the top of the town, the barracks looked both impressive and menacing with huge wooden gates that remained closed at all times.

Cat had learnt at the convent school that throughout history the town had been occupied. From its foundation in the thirteenth century it had been invaded, most devastatingly by Cromwell's army.

And how the nuns had driven that lesson home to her class, she reflected. Now the English army was again in occupation in the run up to Home Rule. Supposedly, they were there to keep the peace between opposing parties, though recent events had increased tensions. It seemed to her that many people were on edge. Cat sighed, wondering why the English government didn't just give them back the whole country and finish with the matter, but she knew this had gone on for centuries unresolved. Now Irish Nationalists were causing major problems around the country trying to force the issue with violence, a peaceful solution looked a long way off. She wondered how much longer the army would be there and whether Ireland would ever really be free.

Seeing her approach two guards jumped to attention, pointing their rifles at her.

'Put down yer toys, boys,' Cat laughed and, after climbing down from the cart, pulled the reins over Bessie's head to lead her forward.

One of the soldiers demanded to know who she was and would not let her pass. She smiled at them and began to move ahead but suddenly the soldiers slammed their rifles across her chest, their faces only inches from hers. One of them bawled into her face.

'Who are you?'

Annoyed, she yelled back. 'Get outta me way.'

But undeterred, the soldier demanded her name and what reason brought her to the barracks.

'D'ye want to eat tonight, or not?' she asked, irritated by this ridiculous behaviour. She knew her father never had to put up with this nonsense when he delivered produce to the barracks, so why do it to her? She wanted to get the delivery over and be away as quickly as possible, but these two idiots were delaying her.

From behind them a smaller door beside the gates opened and an officer approached and spoke to the soldiers.

'Private White. Private Smith,' he said, ‘it's all right, I'm expecting the lady.'

The soldiers stepped back looking straight ahead, as though oblivious to Cat's presence.

The officer turned to her and she simply stared at him, captivated. There was something about him that took her breath away. He was, she estimated, over six feet tall with a tanned complexion and dark brooding eyes beneath finely shaped black eyebrows. She thought he was a good-looking man and liked the sound of his voice.

'Open the gates,' he commanded.

Cat noticed that though his voice was quiet, it was authoritative, and the soldiers lowered their guns.

'Sir. Permission to go off duty?' One of them asked.

'Yes, Private Smith you may.'

They saluted each other and Private Smith disappeared through the gates while Private White opened them fully, then stepped back to allow the donkey cart entry. Bemused, Cat stood waiting to see what she should do. Then the officer smiled and stepped towards her. She felt her heart pounding in her chest as he spoke.

'Miss Delaney? Captain Ross at your service.' He tipped the edge of his hat with his hand, and then looked at the cartload of potatoes. 'I take it these are ours?'

'Sure. Indeed they are.'

'Your father told me last week you would be delivering our order so I've been expecting you, though I thought you'd be earlier. I had hoped to go to the football match. I hear your brother's playing.'

Surprised he not only knew she would be delivering the potatoes, but also about Tom's important match, Cat began explaining that she was late because she had a devil of a job digging them up. 'Sure the ground's like concrete,' she said, avoiding telling him she had been malingering in her sisters' shop blathering on about her nightmare and Paddy Hogan. Her father must have had it planned all week she realised, though he'd only asked her today to do his delivery!

She looked at Captain Ross and he smiled at her as he began leading Bessie through the gates. Cat fell into step alongside him.

The barracks had always intrigued her from the outside; it was a place of fear yet curiosity to all the girls in town. Now she could tell her friends she'd been inside, which was something none of them had done! Then she wondered why they should all be so scared of the English soldiers. They seemed all right and never caused any trouble, and everyone knew they were only there to keep the peace until Home Rule was achieved.

Captain Ross turned to her, interrupting her thoughts and said he'd find someone to unload the cart.

'I'll do it meself.'

'You'll do no such thing. It's a man's job.'

'I can work as well as any man I'll have ye know!'

'Maybe,' he smiled, 'but who earth would keep a dog and bark himself?'

Something in his eyes exhilarated her and she grinned back at him, while an embarrassing blush mushroomed across her neck and face, swathing her skin in a poppy-red glow.

'Would you like tea while the cart is being unloaded, Miss Delaney?'

'Cat,' she said nodding.

'Pardon?'

‘'Tis Cat.'

'Where?' he asked, looking round for the animal.

‘'Tis me name. Cat. And thanks, I would.'

'I'm sorry. I've never heard anyone with that name!'

‘'Tis a nickname for Catherine.'

'Oh! I thought Kate was.'

'Yes, 'tis, but Kate's fine with me too. Whichever ye like.'

'Good, then Cat it is! By the way, call me Louis,' he said, 'I'll just go and arrange for someone to come and unload the cart. Don't go away,' he laughed.

'Sure I won't,' she said amused, 'after all ye have me donkey and cart.'

He turned and smiled at her again, before disappearing through a door.

Suddenly she felt alone and vulnerable as she stood watching two soldiers rubbing down horses. They spotted her looking at them and began to grin and push each other, murmuring comments she couldn't quite hear. She looked away, thinking they were probably being lewd. Perhaps, she decided, she shouldn't have agreed to the tea.

Cat saw one of the men sauntering towards her. She noticed that his shirt was undone and his chest hair glistened with sweat, so she averted her eyes, mortified at the sight of his bare flesh.

''Ow do Miss. Doin' anythin' special tonight?'

Cat looked at his fat blubbery lips. She could smell his sweat and felt disgusted.

'Yes, I'm goin' out with me fiancé,' she lied turning her head away.

'Ah, wha' a pity. 'Ow about disappointin' 'im and makin' my life werf livin' tonight?'

She closed her eyes, repulsed by him, but he was undeterred.

'Come on luv, don't be stuck up.'

Cat had never spoken to a soldier before today and this one wouldn't take no for an answer.
'Póg mo thóin!
'
¹
she murmured.

The soldier looked confused, and glanced at his friend before continuing.

'What's that you said luv?'

She turned on him, feeling furious.
'Póg mo thóin
!' she shouted, but as the words left her lips, she realised that the Captain had re-appeared and had heard her, but the relief of seeing him quickly overcame her embarrassment.

The soldier continued to press her for an answer. 'Is that a yes or a no?' He looked puzzled and was about to continue pestering her when the Captain told him to button his shirt up and help unload the cart. He then led Cat away from the yard into a small room where she saw a tray of tea on the table.

They sat down and she sipped the tea, glad to be away from the yard and that nuisance of a man who was now busy helping unload the cart. She could see him through the window, sweating and muttering with every bucket he filled.

After a while she began to find the air in the little room stuffy and longed to roll up her sleeves, but knew decency wouldn't allow it. She looked through the glass once more to see how much of the pile of potatoes had been unloaded and saw with satisfaction the disgruntled expression on the soldier's face.
Good
.
That will teach him a lesson
, she thought.

Louis talked, and Cat swallowed her tea trying not to make gulping noises. His voice had a mesmerising effect on her, but then she became aware of her soil-filled fingernails and the fact she hadn't even washed the sweat off her face before setting off today.

Being alone with this man was affecting her. His presence was stirring an emotion she had never experienced with Paddy Hogan, and she began to wonder what it would be like to be kissed by him.

She could not control her thoughts.
God forgive me
, she prayed, and looked down at the floor where her shabby boots peeped from beneath the hemline of her mud-caked skirt.

The clock ticked toward three and she knew she would not see the football match, or witness her brother Tom hopefully make his name for Tipperary. For a moment she felt dispirited but on balance she considered maybe it had been worth it, if it meant being there with Louis.

Eventually there was a soft tapping on the door, and a soldier entered saying the unloading was finished. Louis rose but made no move to leave the room until Cat finished her tea and stood up. Then realising her engagement ring, hanging on a cord around her neck, was visible, she quickly popped it back inside her blouse.

‘Thanks for the tea.'

'Will we see you next week?'

'Maybe. Maybe not. I only did this delivery so that me father could go to the match.'

He nodded and opened the door standing back waiting for her to pass through.

'That's a pity.'

'Why? He's waited a long while to see me brother play for the County.'

'No. I meant it'll be a pity if you don't do the deliveries in future.'

‘Oh.' she said, and then there followed an awkward silence, which Cat finally broke. ‘Well, I'll be off then,' she said. As she walked ahead of him into the yard Cat felt his eyes must have been focussing on her muddy clothes and she cursed her appearance.

She went across to Bessie and stroked her nose murmuring softly to her, and the animal nuzzled her hand. Cat picked up the reins, leading the donkey forward, and Louis walked beside her as they approached the gateway.

At the exit to the barracks she turned and said goodbye, then began leading Bessie away. When she was a little way off she looked back and saw that Louis was still standing by the gates watching her.

'Wait a minute!' he called, 'I want to ask you something.' She stopped walking, let go of the reins and Bessie ambled to the other side of the road to graze on the grass.

He rushed up, caught hold of her arm, and guided her down the road and round a corner out of earshot of Private White on sentry duty outside the gates.

'Well, what is it ye want to ask me?'

'What does
pug ma hone mean
?'

Cat giggled, 'Ye wouldn't want to know.'

'I do! Please tell me. I'd like to learn a little Irish while I'm here. It sounded so charming.'

She grinned up at him impishly. 'It means, kiss me arse!'

Cat could see he was lost for words. She threw her head back laughing, and her headscarf slipped down revealing a mass of tiny black curls, which bounced like miniature springs as she moved.

Suddenly, Cat felt herself thrown off her feet. She flew backwards, the air knocked out of her lungs, and landed heavily on the ground. She felt her arm grazed and an intense pain in her back. She tried to rise, but Louis pushed her back on the ground, covering her body with his own to protect her, as debris hit the ground all around them, some clipping Louis' back. Everything happened so quickly but seemed to be taking place in slow motion. The noise of the explosion had been immense – Cat's ears were still ringing from the sound of the blast.