The River Maid

‘Stop.’ Essie barred his way. ‘Who are you?’

He came to a halt, raising his head but in the darkness his face was a pale blur. ‘You were told to ignore my presence.’ His voice was little more than a hoarse whisper, and she could not tell if he was young or old, but it was obvious from the way he spoke that this was no ordinary criminal.

‘You are in my home,’ Essie said boldly, although her knees were trembling and she was poised ready to retreat into her room and slam the door in his face. ‘I have the right to know your name at least, and what sort of business you have that can only be done by night.’

‘You ask a lot of questions.’ There was a hint of amusement in his voice.

‘Your name, sir. I refuse to share my house with someone who is afraid to make himself known to me.’

‘And what do you propose to do about it, Miss Chapman? Your father has agreed to this.’

‘But I have not.’ Essie folded her arms, staring down at him. ‘You might be a murderer, for all I know.’

He mounted the last of the steps so that they were standing close together on the small landing. ‘Then perhaps you should be afraid. Your father is sound asleep – drugged with laudanum and ale, I should imagine from the smell downstairs. We are alone and I have you at my mercy. What do you intend to do about it?’

The blood was drumming in her ears in a deafening tattoo, but she was not going to let him see that she was afraid. ‘You don’t frighten me, sir. My father has made an agreement with you, which I must honour for now, but if I discover that you are engaged in criminal activities I will have no hesitation in reporting you to the police.’

‘Which is my room?’ he asked, stifling a yawn. ‘I’m tired and I need to sleep.’

‘You haven’t answered any of my questions.’

‘And I don’t intend to. There are things that you don’t need to know.’ He stepped past her and opened the door to Jacob’s room. ‘The bed has not been slept in so I assume this must be mine.’

As he pushed past her Essie had felt the warmth and a scent that was unforgettable. ‘I recognise you now. I brought you ashore from the foreign ship yesterday evening.’

He glanced over his shoulder as he was about to enter Jacob’s room. ‘Very clever of you, but I’d advise you to put it from your mind.’

‘Who are you? You might do me the courtesy of telling me your name.’

‘You may call me Raven,’ he murmured, and shut the door.

‘Raven?’ she repeated dazedly. ‘What sort of name is Raven?’

‘You shouldn’t have done that,’ Jacob said crossly. ‘It’s better that you know nothing about our friend.’

‘He’s not my friend,’ Essie countered. ‘I don’t like it, Pa.’

‘Just get on with your work, girl. I want you to go to the wharfinger’s office and see if he’s got any jobs that you can do. I don’t know how long our guest will be staying or how long I’m going to be laid up. Don’t think I’m enjoying this, because I’m not.’

Essie relented. Her father’s face was lined with suffering and he looked pale and ill. ‘All right, Pa. I’ll go out and get some fresh bread for breakfast and some coffee from the stall in Nightingale Lane.’

‘I haven’t got money to burn,’ Jacobs muttered. ‘You ought to make up the fire and put the kettle on.’

Essie took a deep breath, praying for patience. ‘I would, Pa. But we’ve run out of coal and kindling.’

‘Oh, well, do what you must, girl.’ Jacob lay back and closed his eyes. ‘I can’t sleep properly on this thing. I miss my bed.’

Essie snatched up her shawl and wrapped it around her shoulders, biting back the sharp words that threatened to tumble from her lips. ‘I’ll be back soon, Pa.’

She let herself out of the house and hurried down the street, nodding to Gaffer Wiggins, the chimney sweep, who was mustering his gang of small apprentices ready for the day’s work. Essie smiled at the boys, all of them tiny, undernourished and very young, but they did not respond. She saw them nearly every day and, had it been in her power, she would have taken them home, given them a bath in the tin tub in front of the fire and fed them nourishing food. But they belonged to their master and the many attempts by those in power to improve their lot had been largely ignored.

Essie sighed and walked on, heading for the wharfinger’s office. Maybe one day she would find herself in a position to help the poor and downtrodden, but now the need to find work was uppermost in her mind. And she did not trust the man who called himself Raven.

Chapter Two

Essie heaved the boat across the stony foreshore and secured it to an iron ring above the high-water mark. She had just returned from taking a junior dock official to Limehouse Hole Pier, a job too small to be considered worthwhile by the watermen, but there had been a degree of urgency from Saul Hoskins, who was afraid he might face the sack if he was late for work yet again. Saul lived in Thomas’s Rents and Essie knew his young wife, Marie, who was the mother of twin girls and had recently given birth to a boy. If Saul lost his job the family would face an uncertain future and Essie had been only too glad to help, even if Saul could only afford to reward her with a penny for her efforts. Rowing fiercely against the tide was exhausting work, but she had got him to work on time.

It was a week since Raven, their mysterious lodger, had moved into Jacob’s room. Very little had changed in number seven White’s Rents, but Essie had to admit that Raven’s contribution to the housekeeping had made their lives easier. They had paid off the arrears on the rent and had eaten well every day, although Essie had kept some of the money aside, hiding it beneath a loose floorboard in her bedroom. Their lodger would move on soon, or so she hoped, but Jacob was not yet fit to return to the river and she would have to earn enough money to keep them both until he was strong enough to work. She was still curious and not a little worried about Raven’s activities, but he kept himself to himself and neither she nor her father had seen him to speak to since that first night.

Essie hitched up her damp skirts, wishing that she could wear breeches like the men, but it was difficult enough for a girl to find gainful employment, without shocking the male population and antagonising them. She had many acquaintances on the wharves and amongst the lightermen and watermen, but she knew that they tolerated her for her father’s sake, although he came in for a certain amount of criticism for allowing his daughter to take his place. She did not want to be an object of pity, but she was realistic enough to know her limitations when it came to physical strength. She had always thought of the turbulent River Thames as an entity in its own right, with a throbbing heart that would go on for ever: the river was to be respected, feared and never taken for granted. She climbed Duke Shore Stairs and had just reached the wharf when she spotted Ben, who was chatting to one of the crane operators. He broke off his conversation and hurried to meet her, dodging between piles of crates and coils of rope.

‘You’re looking very serious. Is anything wrong, Essie?’

She shook her head. ‘No, I’m fine, thanks.’

‘I’m sorry I haven’t managed to come round to see your pa, but we’ve been working day and night for the last week.’

‘That’s all right. Pa doesn’t feel up to having visitors.’

‘How is he doing? It’s going about that he might not walk again.’

‘Whoever is spreading such lies should mind their own business,’ Essie said sharply. ‘Pa’s improving every day. He’s moving about the house, although he can’t make the stairs yet, but he’ll be back to work soon.’

‘All right, don’t bite my head off. I was only asking.’

‘I’m sorry, Ben. I’m not having an easy time. It’s just hard to make a living with such a small boat. I’ve taken Saul to work again this morning, and he could only afford to give me a penny.’

‘If you’re short of money I might be able to help.’ Ben’s weather-beaten features creased into a worried frown. ‘You’ve only got to ask.’

‘Thank you, but we’ll manage.’ Essie glanced round, hoping to spot a likely customer. ‘Why are you here, anyway? Shouldn’t you be working?’

‘Engine trouble. These new-fangled steam engines break down too often. Sometimes I think we were better rowing the wherries, even if it was hard work.’

‘Will it take long to fix it?’

‘I dunno, but the guvnor told me to take the morning off, or what’s left of it.’ Ben gave her a searching look. ‘Have you eaten today?’

‘Not yet. I was hoping to find another job, but it looks a bit quiet.’

‘There’s a pie seller in Shoulder of Mutton Alley. Come on, Essie. I’ll treat you to a pork pie and a cup of coffee.’

It was an offer that was too good to refuse. Someone had eaten the last crust of bread and had scraped out what remained of the dripping. Essie had two suspects in mind, but her father was sound asleep on the sofa and there was no sound of movement from Raven’s bedroom. She had heard him come in at dawn, but she had given up trying to find out anything more about him, and so far his stay in their house had been uneventful. It was not his fault that the milk had gone off, although he was guilty for using the last of the tea. She would have to go shopping later, but that could wait.

‘That sounds wonderful.’ Essie linked arms with Ben. ‘I’m starving after all that rowing. The river is in a funny mood today, full of eddies and cross-currents. It’s behaving like a grumpy old man.’

Ben threw back his head and laughed. ‘The things you say, Essie Chapman. It’s a river, it can’t think. It just does what it has to do and flows down to the sea.’

‘You say that, Ben, but I grew up in Limehouse like you, and I know the river. It’s the heart and soul of London and despite its moods and tantrums, I love it.’

He patted her hand as it lay on his sleeve. ‘You need food inside you, love. You’re light-headed.’

The pies contained more gristle than meat, but the pastry was thick and filling, and the coffee was hot and comforting. With a full stomach Essie felt more optimistic as she parted from Ben and walked to the wharfinger’s office.

Riley, the wharfinger, a stocky man with a broken nose and grizzled grey hair, had once been a bare-knuckle fighter. What he lacked in stature he made up for with lightness of foot and dogged aggression. He had floored many a would-be champion, and the dockers, crane operators and watermen all treated him with respect.

Riley looked up from the ledger he had been studying and his lined face crumpled into a smile. ‘Essie, me darling, how are you today?’

‘I’m well, thank you, Mr Riley. Have you any work for me?’

‘Is that father of yours still not able to work?’

‘He’s getting better each day,’ Essie said firmly. ‘He doesn’t like being idle.’

‘It’s true I haven’t seen him in the Grapes recently, so he must be poorly.’

‘But I can take his place, Mr Riley. I’m as good at rowing as any man and I know the river better than most.’

‘’Tis also true, me darling, but you have to admit that you cannot match the men for strength.’ Riley leafed through a pile of paperwork. ‘Nothing today, I’m afraid. Go home, Essie, there’s a good girl.’ He bent his head over the book on his desk and she was effectively dismissed.

Essie knew what he said was true but it still rankled. ‘Thank you, Mr Riley. I’ll pop in this afternoon, just in case anything turns up.’ He did not look up and she left the office, acknowledging the cheery waves from one or two of the men on the wharf and ignoring the salacious comments of those who regarded her as fair game, Diggory Tyce being one such person. If it were not for Ben’s watchful eye and strong arm, Diggory might have become a nuisance, but Essie knew of the waterman’s reputation with women and she kept out of his way as much as possible. Not that it was easy in the relatively small world of the river people at Limehouse, where brawn ruled and the strongest came out on top. Essie knew from past experience when to stand up for herself and when it was better to back away. Women’s work, according to almost all the men of her acquaintance, was to stay at home, marry, keep house, bring up children and cook and clean. Whether it was their father or their husband, men were their masters and it was a woman’s duty to do as she was told. Essie refused to believe this. She was certain that there must be more to life than drudgery and giving birth every year. She made her way to the grocer’s shop and purchased a few necessities before making her way home.

She had just reached the door of number seven when it opened and she was almost bowled over by a tall man wearing a reefer jacket. His cap was pulled down over his brow but she was aware of a pair of intelligent, startlingly blue eyes set beneath straight black brows. The lower half of his face was covered by a small moustache and neatly clipped beard, but even though she had only seen him in the dark she knew it was the man who called himself Raven. For a brief moment their eyes met and then he tipped his cap and strode off.

‘Wait a minute.’ Essie followed him, although she had to run to keep up with his long strides. ‘Are you leaving? I thought you weren’t supposed to be seen in daytime.’

He came to a sudden halt, rounding on her. ‘You were told to mind your own business. Please go home and tend to your father.’ He walked off, cutting a swathe through the curious neighbours who had gathered on their doorsteps, and the children playing on the pavement.

‘What are you looking at?’ Essie demanded, turning her back on the women who were chattering, giggling and pointing at her. She reached the house and let herself in to find her father propped up on a couple of pillows. Judging by the tipsy smile on his face he had supped one too many bottles of ale, and the evidence lay around him on the floor. The smell of alcohol filled the front parlour.

‘I suppose he bought these for you,’ Essie said angrily as she put her basket down and bent over to pick up the empty bottles. ‘You’ll only fall again if you get drunk, Pa. You know you can’t take your ale like you used to.’

‘Stop fussing, girl, it was only a little tumble.’

It was at that moment Essie noticed a large lump on her father’s forehead and the beginnings of a bruise. ‘I’ll soon put a stop to this.’

She abandoned the task of tidying up and ran from the house, determined to catch up with Raven. Dodging passers-by and leaping over infants who were crawling about in the filth, Essie chased after their errant lodger. He had been heading towards Fore Street, and, as she rounded the corner, she caught sight of him striding along, but he stopped suddenly as a carriage drew to a halt at the kerb. The door opened and he climbed in. Essie hesitated, waiting for the vehicle to continue on its way, but it remained stationary and this made her even more curious. She approached cautiously, pretending to study the contents of the shop windows, but as she drew level the carriage door opened and Raven leaped out.

‘What do you think you’re doing?’ He grabbed her by the arm. ‘Why are you following me?’

‘Let me go, you’re hurting me.’

He tightened his grip. ‘Who put you up to this?’

‘No one. I don’t know what you’re talking about.’

‘What’s going on, Raven?’ A fashionably dressed young woman leaned out of the carriage, staring curiously at Essie. ‘Who is that?’

‘Get in. We’re drawing attention to ourselves.’ Without a by-your-leave Raven lifted Essie off her feet and tossed her into the vehicle. He climbed in and closed the door. ‘Now then, I want an explanation.’

‘My dear, you’re scaring the poor creature.’ The young woman turned to Essie with a beguiling smile. ‘Who are you? And why were you following this man?’

‘She is the boatman’s daughter,’ Raven said angrily. ‘Unfortunately our paths crossed just as I was leaving White’s Rents in answer to your note, Alice. I wasn’t to know the silly little fool would follow me.’

‘I am not a fool,’ Essie protested. ‘And I’m capable of speaking up for myself, sir.’

‘Aha, a young lady of spirit.’ Alice leaned back against the padded velvet squabs, putting her head on one side as she eyed Essie with renewed interest. ‘Tell me about yourself. What’s your name?’

‘I might ask the same of you, ma’am,’ Essie said stiffly. ‘I didn’t ask to be pitched into your carriage. I was merely following this man because I want to know what he’s up to.’

‘Let’s start with who you are, shall we?’

‘My name is Esther Chapman and I brought this fellow ashore from a foreign vessel, with very little thanks for my trouble and a good deal of inconvenience, I might add.’

‘Really? I’m impressed, and I apologise for Raven’s treatment of you, but he is rather anxious to keep his presence in London a secret, as you might have guessed. And you are quite correct, introductions should have been made first. I am Alice Crozier.’

‘Lady Alice Crozier,’ Raven added with a wry smile. ‘Daughter of the Earl of Dawlish.’

‘I’m sure that has little interest for Esther,’ Alice said sweetly. ‘I’ll thank you to mind your own business, Raven.’

‘You are very much my concern, Alice.’ Raven’s smile faded as he turned to Essie. ‘You will keep this to yourself.’

She nodded. ‘I just want to know what you’re up to, and what business you have that keeps you out all night. Times are hard enough without dragging my pa into something shady.’

Alice raised her eyebrows, fixing Raven with a questioning glance. ‘Well? What do you say to that?’

He eyed Essie thoughtfully. ‘How trustworthy are you, Esther?’

‘It all depends what you mean by trustworthy. My main concern is for Pa and myself. We’re struggling as it is and we don’t want any trouble.’

‘But you’ve taken my money,’ Raven said smoothly. ‘That might implicate you in my crime, or whatever you imagine my misdeeds to be.’

Alice laid her mittened hand on his arm. ‘Stop teasing the poor girl, Raven. I think Esther could be trusted, and anyway she knows too much to fob her off with threats or platitudes.’

He leaned back in his seat, fixing his intense gaze on Essie. ‘I am a convicted felon,’ he said slowly. ‘I was transported to Australia five years ago.’

Essie, for once, was speechless – she could only stare at him in amazement. He was obviously an educated man, and not the sort she associated with the crimes that could be punished by transportation to the colonies.

‘That surprises you,’ Raven continued. ‘I suppose I should be flattered, but I was accused of obstructing officers of the Crown and sentenced to seven years’ penal servitude.’

‘Were you guilty?’ Essie demanded, finding her voice at last. ‘What did you do?’

‘That doesn’t matter.’ Raven turned his head away, staring out into the street. It had started to rain and the passers-by were scurrying for shelter.

‘He was protecting his brother.’ Alice leaned towards Essie. ‘Raven did not deserve such a harsh sentence. He was punished because he came from a privileged background and was supposed to set an example to his inferiors, or so the judge said.’

‘Seven years sounds a bit harsh,’ Essie said thoughtfully. ‘I don’t know what your brother did, but surely he should have been punished, not you.’

‘My brother was young and irresponsible. He got away.’

‘You saved him from himself,’ Alice said severely. ‘Frederick was your mother’s spoiled darling, and he thought he could do as he pleased. But for you he would have been sent to a penal colony instead of living a life of luxury abroad.’

‘A monastery in Italy is hardly the most thrilling place for someone like Freddie to spend the rest of his days.’ Raven shook his head. ‘I intend to clear both our names, but I’m no hero. If I’m discovered I’ll be thrown into jail and will probably face the death penalty.’

‘Then why have you risked everything to return to London?’ Essie demanded.

‘It’s a matter of trust and honour, but I don’t want you to be involved.’

‘But she is already,’ Alice said gently. ‘And you are risking everything by being seen in daylight. We will all be in trouble if you’re recognised.’

‘I know that, Alice. But I have to see Gilfoyle today – it’s taking too much time with all this creeping about at night. I need to go to his office and have it out with him.’

Alice’s green eyes widened and her mouth turned down at the corners. ‘That’s insanity.’

‘Nevertheless, I must see him in person. I have to sort out my affairs before the Santa Gabriella sails. I have to be on that ship.’

Essie shifted uncomfortably on the padded velvet seat. ‘I shouldn’t be here. Perhaps I ought to go home. I have to find work anyway.’

Alice reached out to grasp Essie’s wrist. ‘Don’t go yet. I have an idea that might save us all from a great deal of trouble and heartache.’

‘You always were the clever one in the family,’ Raven said with a wry smile. ‘What do you suggest?’

Alice ignored him, concentrating her attention on Essie. ‘How do you earn your living, Esther?’

‘It’s Essie, my lady. No one calls me Esther unless I’m in trouble.’

‘All right then, Essie – what work are you looking for?’

‘My pa fell and hurt his back. He’s works the river and I’ve taken over his job while he’s poorly.’

‘Forgive me, but I don’t know what that entails.’

‘We have a boat and we do trips that are too small for the watermen and lightermen to take on. As I told you, I brought Mr Raven ashore the other night, and it was blooming difficult, rowing against wind and tide.’

‘We need a go-between, Essie,’ Alice said earnestly. ‘Raven is risking everything simply by returning to London, but he has important business to transact.’

Essie looked from one to the other. Raven was frowning thoughtfully, but he made no comment. ‘You’re an escaped convict,’ she said slowly. ‘I’d be in trouble too, if you were caught.’

He nodded. ‘Yes, you would. I don’t want you going into this blindly.’

‘But we would pay you well,’ Alice insisted. ‘You’re involved now anyway.’

‘Don’t tell the girl that,’ Raven said angrily. ‘She can still walk away. I won’t be responsible for ruining a young life.’ He fixed Essie with an intense look. ‘You aren’t under any obligation to me or my cousin. If you’re unhappy with this you are free to go now, and nothing more will be said.’

Essie held his gaze and saw a man she could trust. ‘I will help you,’ she said slowly. ‘Just tell me what you want me to do.’

Raven was about to reply, but Alice laid her hand on his arm. ‘Leave this to me.’ She turned a brilliant smile on Essie and the sun seemed to shine inside the luxurious carriage, even though the rain was drumming on the roof. ‘We will take you home and you can tell your papa that you have been offered work in the house of a respectable lady, which will give you an excuse for visiting me in Hill Street.’

‘Take me home?’ Essie shook her head. ‘Are you mad? Begging your pardon, my lady, but if this carriage arrived in White’s Rents it would cause a sensation.’

‘She’s right, Alice.’ Raven’s tense expression melted into a smile. He opened the door. ‘Go home, Essie. I’ll see you later.’

Essie visited Riley on the way, but he had no work for her and she spent the day cleaning the house, attempting to ignore her father’s constant carping. In the end she went to the pub and had a jug filled with ale, which kept him happy. He was soon sound asleep and snoring loudly, and Essie was sitting by a desultory fire in the kitchen, waiting for the kettle to boil, when Raven entered the room.

She jumped to her feet. ‘I thought they’d got you,’ she said crossly. ‘I’ve been waiting all day for you to return.’

He took off his cap and reefer jacket, shaking droplets of rainwater on to the tiled floor. ‘You sound like a nagging wife.’

‘I don’t know who would want to marry a man like you,’ Essie countered. ‘You asked me to help you and I need to know exactly what I’m supposed to do.’