Meet My Main Character - Daisy Kirkcaldy,

The great friend of English historical fiction writers author Debbie Brown, manager of the Facebook page and blog of the English Historical Fiction Authors,  has inaugurated a chain of posts by historical fiction authors on her personal blog English Epochs 101 http://englishepochs.blogspot.com/2014/04/meet-my-main-character-by-debra-brown.html .  In addition to her own post introducing Evangeline, the protagonist in her novel, she has taged five of us to present  the main character of our work in progress or soon to be published novel.  I am delighted to be chosen, because my protagonist has never been one to shirk the limelight.  Ms. Brown sets out some questions which Daisy insists I answer.

The main character in both my most recently published  book (The Other Daughter: Midwife's Secret II) and the one coming in May (1603: The Queen's Revenge) is Daisy Kirkcaldy, and she is also the star of my current work in progress, In the Shadow of the Gallows. Daisy is the fictional posthumous love child of  Sir William Kirkcaldy,  who held Edinburgh Castle as the last champion of the Queen of Scots.  Her mother named her after the blue daisies (called marguerites in French) that the knight had broadcast on Castle Hill.  There was a previous lass named Daisy living in the castle during the siege  whom the knight  had claimed as his. Hence the title of the previous book, The Other Daughter.  

 There actually was a Marguerite de Kircaldie who was a nun in France, the co-protagonist in my first  of the series The Midwife's Secret : The Mystery of the Hidden Princess.  But there also was another actual child born of a laundress at the castle to whom Kirkcaldy was writing love poems while awaiting his death, a child  about whom nothing else is known.  The Daisy in my novels  is a construct of my imagination.  The other  Marguerite was abbess of Saint Pierre les Dames from 1627 to her death in 1639.

 When and where is the story set?  

 Not surprisingly, the forthcoming  novel 1603: The Queen's Revenge takes place during the months before Elizabeth Tudor's death and concludes with the departure of  James VI to London  to assume the throne that so alluded his mother Marie Stuart, Queen of Scots.  Much of the story takes place in Scotland but the rising action sends Daisy to France and the Spanish Netherlands for the climax.

What should we know about her? 

 Daisy never knew her father, who was executed weeks before her birth, but she is fascinated by his history and identifies with him and with the two formidable women of her youth, Princess Jean Stewart, Countess of Argyll, and Mistress Janet Fockart, a successful entrepreneur and money lender.  Although  she is the child of an executed traitor, because of her mother's great beauty and sweet nature, Daisy matures in relative comfort  as the step-daughter of William Cockie, a Scottish goldsmith favored by the Stuart court.  In her frequent visits to Holyrood Palace,  Daisy hooks up with another bastard of a famous father, William Hepburn, son of the Queen of Scot's flamboyant final husband Lord James Hepburn, Earl of Bothwell.  Their wild adventures and surprising romance is the subject of the novel The Other Daughter.  In the beginning chapters of 1603, Daisy is a well-established  wadwife and importer, still living at the Cockie house with her infant son Peter. Her swashbuckling husband Will Hepburn  has been lost at sea.

4) What is the main conflict? What messes up his/her life?   

Daisy is unable to move her life forward because she refuses to accept Hepburn's death, and her status makes her vulnerable to the advances of her nephew Sir Andrew Ker of Ferniehirst and open  to the romantic overtures of Vice Chancellor William Fowler, her dead mentor Janet Fockart's son.  Just when Daisy is about to put her past behind her she receives information from France  concerning  Hepburn's fate and becomes embroiled in the plot of  Hepburn's  cousin Wild Frank Stewart, the present Earl of Bothwell, who seeks  to replace King James with the mysterious  French nun La Belle Ecossaise, to whom Daisy has personal ties. Her impetuous  nature will not allow her to sit back and let the men in her life handle the threat , a trait  which puts her at odds with the tradtion role of women in the Scottish culture of the day. 

What is the personal goal of the character?  

 Because of her talents and her business acumen,  Daisy can easily settle into a comfortable life as the wife of a member of Edinburgh's rising merchant class or even a baron or  an earl, but  instead, she  struggles to maintain her own identity, even when it places her in conflict with the great loves of her life, interferes with her responsibilities to wee Peter, and throws her into volatile international intrigues placing her and those she loves in personal danger.

5) Is there a working title for this novel, and can we read more about it?

The title is fairly settled as 1603: The Queen's Revenge.  It is the third book in the Midwife's Secret series. You can read the first section below.  It will be followed late in the year by the next of Daisy's adventures, In The Shadow of the Gallows, in which Daisy's  wee Peter  becomes a pawn of those who know of the Gunpowder Plot and seek to exploit it for reasons other than religion.

6) When can we expect the book to be published?   1603 is presently in its final edit. The cover is ready to go. With a few modifications and the addition of some reading aids it should be ready in trade paperback in early May and on Kindle before June 1, 2014. 

Thanks for visiting the post. I have tagged five authors to follow me:  they will post an introduction of  their main characters on the twelfth, hopefully.  Helena Schrader will be posting on the 12th  at her page: http://schradershistoricalfiction.blogspot.com/ I have also received a reply from Katherine Pym, who will be posting on or after the 12th.  I am still waiting for any other RSVPs.  I will be editing this post accordingly.  In  the meantime, here's a taste of 1603.

Sample from:  1603: The Queen's Revenge - Chapter One.

Daisy Kirkcaldy sat in the sumptuous parlor of the Cockie Mansion in Canongate where she had lived for most of her life.  She was sipping a warm cup of light ale. If she had been by herself, she would have been enjoying  a few fingers worth of the golden brown elixir from the stills along the river Spey.

Scottish whisky had surpassed hard ale as the drink of choice in the better public houses.  It was also the preferred offering  served to clients who visited  Daisy Kirkcaldy’s drawing room.  Her frequent foreign  guests had  taken to calling it Scotch.

Unfortunately, her present visitor would have considered a Highland single malt inelegant and sinful. According to the stories she had been told, even Knox had not been quite as rigid as the  woman perched on the edge  of her settee.  

She was entertaining her cousin Elizabeth Melville who was touted as Scotland’s first published female poet by a Calvinist readership which refused to acknowledge  Lady  Mary Maitland’s lesbian love poem XLIX.  Mary Maitland had surreptitiously hidden her poem amongst the less controversial works  in her poet laureate father  Sir Richard Maitland’s Quattro or it never would have been published. The only hint she was its author was her scribbling in the margin notes. Her family’s efforts to suppress it came too late.

Daisy’s cousin Elizabeth’s verses  suffered no need of censorship by the kirk.  Her  latest poetry would be quoted  from the pulpit at Saint Giles by Parson Craig, and Elizabeth would treat it as her personal  passport into heaven.  That did not mean Daisy would bother reading  it.

Dame  Elizabeth Melville  was Daisy’s second cousin on her father’s side --the oldest daughter of the man Daisy called Uncle Melville. He was the youngest brother of the grandmother long dead before Daisy was born, the redoubtable  Janet Melville, Lady Grange, who  had been the last hostess to entertain  King James V, when he stopped  at Halyards on his way to his hunting lodge in Falkland where he went to die.

Most of what Daisy knew of her family history she had heard from Uncle Melville. She  loved the old man  fiercely but she could not say as much for his daughter.  Even when they were children,  Elizabeth  had treated Daisy with distain because of her  bastardy, as if it had been her personal choice. Her  unannounced visit that afternoon was as surprising as a visitation  from the dying Elizabeth of England would have been. It also was far less welcome. Daisy had twice met the English queen and had been  more at ease in the presence of Gloriana than she was under Elizabeth Melville’s appraising stare. 

“I must say, Marguerite, considering all of your handicaps, you have made out rather well for yourself.”

Daisy, who rarely answered to the French version of her Christian name, recognized her cousin’s comment as a mean-spirited reference to the circumstances of her birth, made even more exasperting because it had been disguised as a compliment coming from a woman who did not know her well enough to call her by the name used by her friends. It only irritated Daisy all the more.  She had been in the middle of a project when Elizabeth arrived and was anxious to get back to it.

For that reason, she did not bother responding  to Elizabeth’s slight.  The sooner the woman said her piece, the sooner Daisy would be rid of her.  She  had a good idea of why Elizabeth  had come knocking at her door.

“But  Cousin Elizabeth, I am not all that exceptional. There are many widow women in this part of Scotland who have learned tae fend for themselves.”

Daisy knew her widowhood was not the handicap to which Elizabeth had alluded but she had no intention of inviting  the woman to elaborate. She was pleased when her  crisp response shut her cousin’s maw. She had no intenton of apologizing for her mother’s common origins  and her own bastardy  or sharing a bed with Will Hepburn before they married.  She had suffered through that diatribe before.  And that was not the sum of it. More than one of her business acquaintances in Canongate had run to her to tattle tales of  her supercilious cousin’s slights,  but rarely had they been so prettily packaged. Obviously Elizabeth was attempting to soften her up before coming the point and had no idea of how insulting she had been.

Daisy was prepared to overlook the stiff-necked woman’s disapproval  because she,  not Elizabeth,  held the upper hand.  The only reason why the Elizabeth Melvilles of Scotland came calling on Canongate’s notorious wadwife was to borrow money.

Daisy refilled the cups.

“You should have a charwoman to do that,” Elizabeth remarked. 

 “When I am unable tae pour ale intae a drinking vessel, Elizabeth, I’ll  stop entertaining my relatives and take tae  my bed.”

The awkward silence which followed suited Daisy just fine.  She wished her cousin would get to the point of her visit and leave her to her endeavors in the gallery where her half-brother Gilbert Cockie ran his shop.   

“I have written a new poem,” Elizabeth proclaimed as if she were announcing the recovery of the Stone of Destiny from the English or the Second Coming of Christ.  Daisy had no interest whatsoever in religious poetry, and did not bother to feign astonishment.

 She spared  the courtesy of a nod and reached for a slice of Irish cheddar.

 Then she sat back and nibbled, waiting for the pitch she knew was coming.

“Mister Charteris wishes to publish it.”

“How lovely, Elizabeth,” Daisy said sweetly.

“He also plans to have it translated into English, and a proper translator does not work for a petty fee. Naturally, he would like me to help bear the costs of printing. ”

“Naturally.”

Now the pig was out of the poke and Daisy saw no reason to chase it around the parlor.

“And ye are here because ye would like me tae underwrite yer project-- How much do ya wish to borrow?”

Elizabeth choked on her biscuit and it took  her a few seconds to recover.

“I was thinking more in terms of a sponsorship, Marguerite.”

Daisy produced her most credible sigh. 

“I think the word which alludes you, Elizabeth, is gift, ” she managed to say without sounding too put out.

Now she understood why Uncle Melville  had exited with such alacrity.  Elizabeth had wanted the money but she had no intention of repaying it. . 

“If I were tae do so, every poet in Scotland woulds be knockin’ at ma door.  But since we are cousins of the second degree, I’ll be waivin’ the  usual collateral, and lowerin’ the rate to seven percent a’ whate’er you choose tae borrow, all out ‘a the love I hold in ma heart for Uncle Melville.”

For him, not ye, ye offensive twit.

She hoped  Elizabeth could read her mind.

Daisy wondered how long it would take Cousin Elizabeth  to close her mouth.  When she finally spoke, she was obviously taken aback, but not enough to refuse the offer.  All of the other moneylenders were charging their parents and their children ten percent.

 “It is called Ane Godlie Dream.  I am dedicating it to Mister Knox.  Shall I have Mister Charteris set aside a copy?”

Daisy thanked her politely.  Any poem dedicated to John Knox would be unlikely to hold her interest, but there was no sense provoking  Elizabeth.   She could put it on display when her brother Gilbert’s Presbyterian friends came to meetings in the gallery.

 She bit her tongue to keep it from wagging on the topic of  the Reformer least  it prompt her overly pious kinswoman to spiel  a sermon  on the seven deadly sins. Elizabeth  had them memorized.

She  had personified each with examples drawn from Edinburgh’s new merchant class. She insisted Greed had been modeled on the late wadwife Janet Fockart, but Daisy suspected  Elizabeth  had used her  own bastard cousin  as her model.  God’s Elbow, but she was anxious to see her cousin’s skirts rustling out the door so she could get back to work.

“Faither says the Episcopalians will hate it,” Elizabeth continued, as if it would enhance her poem’s value.

“Mayhap ye should exercise discretion and forego dedicating it tae Knox.  In spite of the behavior of  his disciples, he is quite dead and unless he resurrects  he will never know the difference. Besides, if what I am hearing is true, this is not a good time tae be offending those who follow the Episcopal model. If the rumors which reach my ears serve me, we may all be reading from the English  prayer book soon.”

Thankfully Daisy’s reference to Knox and religion were enough to get Elizabeth back on her feet and headed for the door. When she had cleared the stoop, Daisy quickly closed the door and latched it. She emptied her  mug of ale  into a flower vase and filled it up with whisky from the Meldrum stills. She carried the cup with her and  headed  to the gallery to  finished carving the wax for Queen Anna’s last brooch. The memory of her cousin’s retreating rump improved her mood.