The Irish Healer

Chapter 30





After a whirl of hasty preparation, they held the wedding a month later. Rachel’s only regret was that her mother had written to say that her family wouldn’t be able to attend. After postponing their arrival to wait for the cholera to subside in London, they now had to untangle the last of Father’s business dealings. At least they’d been spared any more threats from Mr. Ferguson. He had suddenly left Carlow not three weeks past, without a word of explanation, in the dark of the night. More of God’s mercies. James had kindly offered to postpone the wedding until her family could arrive, but Rachel knew what that suggestion cost him. It was hard enough to be separated for the sake of propriety, him moving to Finchingfield House, her staying in London. Any more time apart would be too hard for either of them to bear.

But soon—in less than an hour, to be precise—she would be his wife, to love and to cherish, to honor and obey, until death did them part, and her happiness surged until she feared her heart would stop from the power of the emotion.

Rachel smiled at Claire, adjusting the ribbon of Rachel’s butter-yellow silk bonnet one more time. “You can stop fussing, Claire.”

“I don’t believe I can! There,” she declared at last, stepping back from her handiwork. “I have never seen a lovelier bride. Especially when you blush like you’re doing right now He is a lucky man, you know.”

Rachel’s mother had declared much the same thing, that day Rachel had climbed onto a post chaise bound for Cork and the beginning of a life-changing journey. But Mother hadn’t known what the future would bring or who James Edmunds would turn out to be—the love of Rachel’s life. The other half of her soul.

“I am a lucky woman, Claire.”

Claire clasped Rachel’s fingers. “I think I envy you.”

“Someday, Claire, you will find someone wonderful too.”

A shadow of a memory dimmed the light of her cousin’s eyes, like a figure passing before a lantern, muting for an instant its glow. “Just to see you happy and in love is all I want right now But I do want you to be certain that you don’t mind giving up your plans to teach. That you will be content to merely be his wife.”

Rachel smiled at her cousin. Claire only wanted the best for her and the recognition warmed Rachel’s heart.

“I will not merely be his wife, though I promise you I would be most content to have that role alone. He wants me to be his attendant, since he’s going to start a small practice in Finchingfield, and I have agreed. Not that I think the role will be easy for me, but with God’s help, I am ready to try to be a healer again. I know that James and I shall make a marvelous team. So you see, you have no reason to worry about me.”

“I suppose I don’t.” Claire sighed, tears welling in her eyes. “Oh, Rachel, here I’ve just gained you and now I must let you go again.”

“You shall have Mother and the rest.” In the few days Claire had been in London, she had secured the rent of a space for Rachel’s mother to use as a dress shop, along with assistance from James. The letters that had passed back and forth between Ireland and London had made clear that Mother didn’t want to interfere in their life in Finchingfield and that she would prefer to make her own way in the city. Reluctantly, Rachel had agreed. “London is not so far away that there cannot be frequent visits.”

“You are very sensible, Rachel.”

“James has always thought so,” Rachel agreed.

“He must be more intelligent than I ever knew.”

Rachel rocked forward on her toes to press a kiss to her cousin’s cheek. “I am so grateful you came from Weymouth to be here with me.”

“An entire battalion of soldiers couldn’t have kept me away, Rachel. My mother’s protests and Gregory’s frowns of disapproval had no chance of succeeding at all.” Claire lifted her eyebrows. “Are you ready?”

“How is one ever ready for this?”

“Having never been a bride, I’m sure I don’t know” She blinked away the tears and smiled. “Let’s get out there before they think you have abandoned your handsome husband at the altar.”

Mrs. Mainprice was waiting for them at the rear of the church. She dabbed a handkerchief to her eyes when she spied Rachel. “Oh, bless me, miss, I knew I was right to hope for this moment.”

“You hoped I would wed Dr. Edmunds?”

“Of course I did. From the instant I realized the master was starting to think about something other than his own problems, I knew you’d caught his heart. And there you stand, the loveliest thing I’ve seen since I spotted my blessed departed husband coming up a country lane on an October morn. Wheesht, you are.” Tears spilled and she applied her handkerchief again. “Here, I’ve something for you.”

She handed Rachel a book of prayer and a small bouquet of crimson roses. Rachel lifted the flowers to her nose, the scent sweet as a spring morning in the Irish countryside, and she had to swallow down tears.

“I know you didn’t bring your Bible from home,” Mrs. Mainprice was saying, “so you can borrow my prayer book to carry. And the roses came from the garden. The summer’s last good bloom. Joe is ever so proud that his tending has encouraged them to be so lovely again.”

“They are lovely. I shall have to thank him.”

“Wait until well after the ceremony, miss. I think he’s bawling out in the church like a baby, right now.”

The organ began to play, signaling to Rachel it was time to begin. Mrs. Mainprice hugged her close before scurrying to her seat. Claire kissed Rachel’s cheek and turned up the aisle. Rachel stared at the length of the church, the apse looking a thousand miles distant, its stained-glass window glittering with rainbow light, the small gathering that occupied the pews pressing in on her. There was the now-healthy Dr. Castleton and his unobtrusive wife. But not his sister, who had begged off for fear of the cholera still sparingly present in London, though Rachel knew her reason ran so much deeper. Joe, his face blotchy from tears, insistent on being allowed to attend. Peg, still learning to cope with Rachel’s sudden elevation to mistress, was absent so that she could stay at the house to ready the food for the breakfast afterward. Sophia sat in the front-most pew, honoring the occasion by wearing a deep burgundy gown instead of her usual unrelieved black, her expression stern but accepting. Amelia’s nursemaid Agnes, recovered from her bout with the cholera, sat on one side of Sophia. At the other side was little Amelia, her cheeks rosy and curls bright, smiling at Rachel. They had become good friends in the past month. She prayed she could become a good mother to the girl as well.

Claire was halfway down the aisle when Rachel’s gaze turned to James. He waited eagerly for her at the rector’s side, a smile on his face. Love tingled along every nerve ending, coursed through every blood vessel, thrilled the deepest part of her heart. Washed away the last of her pain and anguish.

Oh God, I will bless You all my days for bringing me him.

Then Rachel smiled her love at James and took a step forward.

Into tomorrow.

Into forever.





Acknowledgments


No author can write a book without the support of others. Great thanks go to my wonderful agent, Natasha Kern, who never ceased believing in me, and to the fabulous staff at Worthy—especially Jeana Ledbetter, who loved my words.

I am deeply blessed to have had the insight and encouragement of many fellow authors, the most important my long-time critique partner and a fabulous author, Candace Calvert. My rock!

Lastly, I would like to acknowledge my family for never once letting me quit. Much love.





The Irish Healer is Nancy Herriman’s debut novel. An award-winning writer, she received an engineering degree from the University of Cincinnati. After retiring from a career in the high-tech industry, she pursued her love of writing. Nancy lives in the Midwest with her husband and two teenaged children, and performs with various choral groups in her spare time.





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