"
Darius' looks quickened, and he jerked his chin up. "So, your honour,
so. But might I ask that you weigh carefully the warning of Mr. Calhoun.
There's trouble at Trelawny. I have it from good sources, and Mr.
Calhoun has made preparations against the sure risings. I'd take heed of
what he says. He knows. Your honour, it is not my mistress in the
doorway, it is Mrs. Llyn; she is shorter than my mistress."
The governor shaded his brow with his hands. Then he touched up his
horse. "Yes, you are right, Boland. It is Mrs. Llyn. And look you,
Boland, I'll think over what you've said about the Maroons and Mr.
Calhoun. He's doing no harm as he is, that's sure. So why shouldn't he
go on as he is? That's your argument, isn't it?"
Boland nodded. "It's part of my argument, not all of it. Of course he's
doing no harm; he's doing good every day. He's got a stiff hand for the
shirker and the wanton, but he's a man that knows his mind, and that's a
good thing in Jamaica."
"Does he come here-ever?"
"He has been here only once since our arrival. There are reasons why he
does not come, as your honour kens, knowing the history of Erris Boyne.
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