The Affectionate Adversary

The Affectionate Adversary

by Catherine Palmer

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Charles Locke is risking everything to make his fortune in a tea-trading enterprise. Sarah Carlyle believes money is the root of all evil and is determined to be rid of her fortune. When Charles and Sarah are thrown together at sea, their hearts are unexpectedly bound. But when Sarah discovers Charles's hunger for money and Charles discovers Sarah's fortune, their love is suddenly in question. Can Sarah give her heart to a man motivated by money? And does Charles truly love her—or does he love her fortune?

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ISBN-13: 9781414327938
Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers
Publication date: 05/13/2011
Series: Miss Pickworth , #1
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Sales rank: 794,913
File size: 1 MB

About the Author

Catherine Palmer lives in Missouri with her husband, Tim, and sons Geoffrey and Andrei. She is a graduate of Southwest Baptist University and has a master’s degree in English from Baylor University. Her first book was published in 1988. Since then she has published more than twenty novels.

Catherine has won numerous awards for her writing, including Most Exotic Historical Romance Novel from Romantic Times magazine. Most recently she has been nominated for the Romantic Times Career Achievement Award. Total sales of her novels number more than one million copies.

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The Affectionate Adversary



Copyright © 2006 Catherine Palmer
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-8423-7549-X

Chapter One

The Indian ocean April 1814

Through the salty mist that blurred the lens of his spyglass, Charles Locke watched the pirate ship draw near. A large, stout vessel, it boasted thirty guns and more than a hundred hands.

For two days, the captain of the privately owned clipper on which Charles sailed had taken pains to elude the pursuers, tacking first to the south and then heading due west toward the mainland of the African continent. His efforts were to no avail. The pirates bore down on the Tintagel, hounding their prey on the waters of the Indian Ocean-their familiar hunting ground.

"Have ye arms, Mr. Locke?" One of the ship's boys joined Charles at the rail. A ragged, scrawny lad of twelve, Danny Martin had attached himself to Charles early in the voyage-polishing his boots, laundering his shirts, bringing down a tray of tea in exchange for a few coins.

Charles enjoyed the young orphan's company. From this child-who made the Tintagel his home and the life of a sea captain his dream-he had learned much about the ocean, her ships, and the world's ports of call.

"We be in range of the pirates' cannons now," Danny declared, his gray eyes earnest. "It cannot be long afore they attack. The cap'n bids me ask what means of protection ye have, sir."

"Nothing more than a pistol," Charles told the boy. "Captain Heald knows I am a merchant, not a soldier. Yet I am a fair shot and I can handle a sword. Tell him I shall be happy to-"

"Take these." Danny handed him a brace of pistols and a small dagger. "They be from the cap'n's own closet. He says ye must do your best with them, sir, for he has no others to spare."

"But our ship's guns outnumber theirs, and the Tintagel is larger. Surely we can defeat such untrained savages."

The lad's narrow face grew solemn as he studied the approaching vessel. "The Tintagel be no warship, Mr. Locke. We have fewer hands on board, and them chaps be pirates from the Malabar Coast of India-the most fearsome of all. They ply the waters from their homeland southwest to Madagascar, north to the Gulf of Aden, and back to India again. They've not had formal trainin' at the Royal Naval Academy, no, but they be masters at fightin', sailin', and sinnin'. We'll be thankin' God if we come out of this alive."

His anxiety increasing, Charles thought of the chest of gold coins secured with locks and seals in the bowels of the Tintagel. Charles's father had labored many years as the steward of a grand estate in Devon, and much of that gold had been his reward. Though loyal to a fault and greatly admired by the duke who was his employer, James Locke had little respect for the man. He had considered the duke uncouth, immoral, and unworthy of the lofty rank to which aristocratic lineage had elevated him.

But James had worked in silence and had kept his opinions to himself. Upon quitting his position at last, he had combined a lifetime of frugal investments and carefully hoarded funds with the substantial sum that the duke had settled upon him at retirement. This total he had turned into the gold coin with which he intended to build the foundation for all his hopes and dreams. And James had entrusted the gold to his only son, Charles.

Together, they had conceived of an enterprise that they believed would surely ensure the family's financial well-being for generations to come. Never again would a Locke labor under the charge of some slothful, profligate, pompous, and fatheaded aristocrat. Charles was to take the gold to China and purchase chests of the finest teas available. During his absence, his father would secure a warehouse in London from which to trade the tea. Both men would labor to recruit investors, for they intended one day to own a merchant ship, a tea estate in China, and a thriving business in London.

Pirates? Such a calamity had never entered their minds. Charles and his father had plotted out each move they must make to ensure success. They factored in every risk imaginable and chose to trust the Almighty. It was perilous to invest all their money in one product, they had acknowledged. Most traders carried manufactured goods, gunpowder, shot, and cannons to Oriental ports. They returned with silks, muslins, ivory, spices, sandalwoods, and other exotic products.

But Locke & Son, Ltd. would build an empire on tea. Tea alone. For what Englishman could start his day without a pot of the hearty brew? What Englishwoman would consider welcoming callers unless she laid out her finest china, silver, lace, and, of course, the best tea she could afford? From the vegetable mongers in the markets to King George himself, every soul in the realm drank several pots a day of the welcome amber liquid. Who better to provide it for them than James and Charles Locke?

Charles gritted his teeth now as the Tintagel's captain barked out orders in preparation for battle. The clipper's hands raced back and forth, arranging the guns in batteries on both sides of the vessel. Although the cannons could only be aimed straight ahead, they were deadly. Divided by size, the small-caliber guns fired eight-pound balls. The large- caliber weapons launched twenty-four-pound shot.

"Look, sir; she be pullin' broadside of us to attack!" young Danny told Charles as the pirate ship tacked into position. His voice rang with excitement and fear as he pointed a skinny arm at the battery of cannons facing the Tintagel. "The waves be high, and they will miss with some of their shot. We shall miss too. I doubt we can outlast them, sir." Danny's gray eyes met his. "Save your weapons until they board us, Mr. Locke."

"You speak of our defeat as a foregone conclusion," Charles called out as Danny started away.

"Now be the time to address your Maker, sir, for ye may soon be standin' afore the gates of glory!"

* * *

Sarah Carlyle, Lady Delacroix, dipped a silver spoon into her tea and gave it a stir. As she gazed from her deck chair upon the fair scene of lapping waves and sapphire sky that stretched out before her, she could not imagine herself any happier. Her quest had succeeded admirably.

In China, Sarah had encountered the most admirable woman of her acquaintance, a teacher whose efforts to spread the gospel of Jesus Christ had met with much success. In Burma, a young missionary couple had welcomed Sarah into their hearts and home. In India, she had spent three weeks in the company of missionaries laboring to translate and print the Scriptures as well as to minister in body and spirit to the unsaved. While most of Africa remained darkened by sin and its villainies, Sarah had every hope of sponsoring those who would take the light of salvation to the green shores of that continent.

As she took a sip of steaming tea, Sarah closed her eyes and allowed a sense of well-being to flow through her. God had permitted her to endure many hardships in order to teach her the truths she now embraced with wholehearted devotion. She thought of her late father, Mr. Gerald Watson, an ambitious and ruthless opium merchant, who had taught his three daughters that while money might buy power, it could purchase neither respect nor honor. Position and esteem belonged to those born of aristocratic lineage, Mr. Watson had insisted-men such as George Carlyle, Lord Delacroix.

Determined that his descendants might experience the privileges of the peerage, Sarah's father had arranged the marriage of his eldest daughter to the penniless baron. She and Lord Delacroix were married for less than a year before her husband's unexpected demise in a carriage accident. Before his death, the dissipated and impoverished baron had taught his much younger wife that the admiration and deference due the aristocracy were worth little without the money to enjoy them. Yet Sarah-who now lived with the privilege of title her father had desired and the wealth her husband had coveted-had discovered that neither of these two gleaming grails brought happiness.

Ambition had made her father heartless, while poverty had bequeathed her husband insecurity and self-loathing. A quest for position and money brought out unpleasant qualities in everyone she met, Sarah had learned. Women fawned over her with words of false admiration in hopes of earning the privilege of an invitation to be seen in her company. Men fairly stumbled over their own feet as they scrambled to win a place on her dance card, the favor of her presence in their opera box, or-the grandest prize of all-her hand in marriage. And what had all this wealth and admiration given her? Nothing but false friends and utter loneliness.

Sighing deeply, Sarah opened her eyes and gazed out at the endless expanse of turquoise sea. The Queen Elinor's white sails billowed overhead as the wind propelled her across the Indian Ocean toward England. Toward home and family. Yet only in the past months of solitary travel had Sarah discovered true joy.

Her Savior had been so right when He told His disciples how difficult it was for the rich to enter the kingdom of heaven, she reflected as she took another sip of tea. When a wealthy young man had asked Jesus what he must do to be saved, the Lord had told him to sell all his possessions, give the money to the poor, and follow Christ. Jesus-and He alone-had taught Sarah the truth. She must cast off the privileges that came with her position in society. She must divest herself of the wealth that weighed like a millstone about her neck. She must give up everything she owned, all that she might claim as hers, and surrender to the crucified and risen Christ.

Traveling throughout the Orient, Sarah had done just that. And how happy and free she now felt. Not only had she disbursed large sums to various worthy recipients, but she had identified various other causes that would help her be rid of the remainder of the vast fortune with which her father had saddled her. Upon returning to England, she would resume her philanthropic quest. Orphanages, schools, printing presses-

"Sail, oh!" A cry from the crow's nest scattered Sarah's contemplative musings. "Sail, oh!"

"Where away?" came the response from below.

As the bearings were called out, Sarah rose from her chair and hurried to the ship's rail along with everyone else who had been lolling about the deck. Endless days of looking at nothing but the sea brought on a strange, hypnotic torpor, and all were eager to break its spell.

"Is it a friendly vessel?" Sarah asked a young man who was studying the horizon through his spyglass. Clad in the regimentals of the Royal Navy, he and several other officers aboard were responsible for protecting the Queen Elinor, one of the most reliable barks in the East India Company's vast merchant fleet.

Sarah leaned her elbows on the rail and peered at the ship in the distance. "Can you make out her flag, sir?"

"Dash it all, I can hardly hold the glass steady with these infernal waves tossing us about so."

"Dear me. You address the sea with much vehemence, my good man. Are these particular waves truly worthy of your linguistic efforts?"

The officer glanced at her. "Oh, Lady Delacroix," he gulped, straightening to attention and squaring his shoulders. "Forgive my poor manners, madam. I thought perhaps another of the passengers had spoken. Uh ... would you ... would you care to look through my spyglass?"

"You bestow your fine manners on some and save your ill ones for others, do you?" she asked with a smile. "For myself, I think it best to attempt politeness to everyone."

"Yes, Lady Delacroix. Of course. You are absolutely correct."

"I am glad to see that we concur, sir. And now if you would return to your glass, I should very much like to know what sort of ship shares our corner of the ocean. I hope it is not pirates."

The poor fellow threw out his chest and fairly barked his response. "Madam, I assure you that any East India Company vessel is more than prepared to defend itself from such marauders. You must have no misgivings on that account."

Sarah laughed. "And why do you suppose I booked passage on just such a vessel? But please, sir, do look through your spyglass ere we both die of curiosity!"

He snapped to obey, but before he could report, the good news rang out. The ship flew an English flag! No one could make out more, and speculation fluttered like seagulls across the deck. Pirates sometimes hoisted friendly flags to deceive unsuspecting ships. Could it be an enemy in disguise? Was it a vessel of the Royal Navy perhaps-a man-of-war patrolling the coastal waters? Or might it be another East Indiaman?

And suddenly news of greater import descended. The clipper was cloaked in a veil of smoke. It must be engaged in a sea battle! But where was the opposing vessel? A mixture of shock and thrill raced around the deck.

"Our captain alters course," the officer noted grimly. "The wind is at east-northeast, and we tack to larboard."

Sarah glanced at the wheelhouse. "We go to assist the English clipper?"

"Aye, madam," he confirmed as the sails began to shake. "It must be so, for the captain brings the Queen Elinor eastward, and soon we shall head to wind. With more rudder, he will have her facing southeast."

Sarah gripped the rail as the full-rigged bark performed the elaborate maneuver and then began an agonizingly slow trek toward the besieged clipper.

"She is definitely engaged," the officer reported while observing the conflict through his spyglass. "I fear the English vessel is aflame. And now I make out another ship ... just starboard ... aye, there she is.... Great guns and ghosts-'tis pirates indeed!"

"Sail, oh!" came the cry from the crow's nest. "Sail, oh!"

Now the captain emerged from the wheelhouse, and the young officer excused himself and hurried to join his fellow Royal Navy men who were forming ranks beneath the mainsail. The ship's mates scrambled to prepare the Queen Elinor, while ashen-faced passengers huddled together near the galley in earnest discussion of the situation.

Still at the deck rail, Sarah tightened the bow on her bonnet. Difficulties, she had learned, were to be expected in the life of every Christian. And thus, with the smell of gunpowder stinging her nostrils, she began to pray.

* * *

His vision blurred and his head throbbing, Charles crouched behind the splintered stump of the foremast. Early in the pirates' attack, a broken spar had tumbled down, dashing him to the deck. He had struck his head on a pyramid of iron cannonballs and was rendered senseless. How long he lay unmoving on the deck Charles could not say. But he had returned to consciousness only moments before a pirate missile struck the base of the Tintagel's soaring mast.

The timber had wavered for an instant before crashing to the deck, bringing foresails, gallant sails, and studding sails down in a tangle of canvas and rope. At the sudden imbalance, the deck dipped seaward, and the great clipper nearly capsized. Charles had clung to an armful of soaking canvas, only releasing it as the mast slid into the deep, and the ship righted itself in a dizzying swoop of wet wood and crashing waves.

Bloodcurdling howls rose from the pirates as they realized the Tintagel's hopeless position. They unleashed a barrage of ordnance from their cannon-chain shot, bar shot, canister, and deadly langrage. Composed of nuts, bolts, nails, and scrap iron, a langrage ball hit the deck and exploded in every direction. Men screamed as shrapnel tore into their flesh.

Charles stared in stunned shock at the carnage.

What once had been a scrubbed and orderly vessel now took in water at the bow and burned like a funeral pyre at the stern. Sailors lay groaning in pain or gasping for a last breath. Many had been tossed into the sea, some had leapt to their deaths, while others were crushed beneath the falling mast. Those men who still labored at the Tintagel's cannon shouted encouragement, but few remained to heed it.

Charles staggered toward the nearest gun and scanned the deck for young Danny Martin. The boy had vanished along with so many others, leaving the clipper eerily empty. Reaching the poor man who vainly tried to load the cannon's muzzle, Charles clapped him on the shoulder.

"My good sir," he said, "allow me to assist you."


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AVID-JT More than 1 year ago
The Affectionate Adversary takes you through the trials of a socially mismatched couple and the antics of their very interesting relatives. The novel will keep you rooting for the hero while pulling out your hair as he pursues the object of his love. Download this book. You won't be disappointed.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was a good story. It was very descriptive of the times & the lack of worth of women. however, it became ponderous at times. Sarah was a prune lipped, tightly wound up, overly moralistic character who needed to learn a lesson. She couched her internal superiority in doing God's will while looking down her nose at anyone who didn't believe as she did. I wished she would have gotten over herself a bit quicker. The story was slow at times & made one want to choke the living spit out of the heroine & the weak hero. Still a great story & worth reading.
judyg54 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
In the back of this book the author writes, ¿My prayer is that God will use this series to provide you with respite from the cares of the world and challenge you to keep your focus always on Jesus Christ.¿ I must say, reading book one of this series, it did just that for me. This is the story of two people who are learning how to handle riches and the loss of riches in a way that is pleasing to the Lord. I must say Sarah, in this story, was a little harsh in her understanding of how to handle riches and at times I was quite frustrated with her. She also had a hard time understanding what real love is as she didn¿t have an example of it growing up (how sad). Charles on the other hand, had to deal with being happy and content without riches. There was a lot of thought provoking verses from scripture that each of these characters used and it truly had me thinking on Jesus Christ and what His word does say about money and the love of it. I also felt myself being taken back in time to the early 1800s and enjoying myself there. There was action and adventure at the beginning of the book and unrequited romance throughout the story. Sarah and her two sisters held a special bond that I enjoyed. I am looking forward to reading the next two stories in the series.
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She was quite a character
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I received this from Free Friday months ago. I had heard of this author but never read anything from her. I really enjoyed the storyline it was different. The characters I liked but not really fell in love with. I'm getting ready to read the next book in this series.
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