The Untold Story of Mary Seymour

Chapter 24

I felt panic begin to rise throughout my body. I looked around the camp but refused to look at Warren, knowing that he would be giving a look I could not face at that moment.

"Don't think of this as a bad thing. Yes the timing is not great, but I am sure if you tell Sam he will be so happy. Maybe this is what he needs to be more motivated. Mary-"

I cut Joseph off. "Stop! Please stop! I can't be pregnant! I can't carry children Joseph. This will be another miscarriage and I don't want Sam to blame me for something else. He can't know so you can't tell him or anyone for that matter. Please promise me that you won't tell him!"

Joseph took my hand and sighed. "You don't know that you will miscarry this time. I will promise not to speak of this, if you promise to keep a positive attitude. Okay?"

I nodded. "I promise, and if I make it past the fourth month, which will be longer than my last pregnancy, then I will tell Sam."

"If this means anything," Joseph said. "I think you will make an incredible mother. The way you care for people proves that fetus growing inside you will have such a great life."

I smile gratefully at him. "Thank you for your kind words, but I must get some rest. Goodnight Joseph."

The next day, John Adams, Sam, my brother, and myself set off early. It felt good to be back on a horse but I was not happy to traveling for the eight days until we reached Philadelphia. I had to stop a few times a day to throw up the contents of my stomach, worrying my brother further. He thought I should return back to camp when we were four days out, but I told him I was fine enough to finish the rest of the trip.

One day I spotted Sam watching me get onto my horse after I had to stop for a moment. His eyes showed that he was worried but he never voiced his worries. I met his gaze and for a few moments it seemed like everything was okay, but Sam broke the moment when he shook his head and trotted away on his horse.

Today our small party finally entered the city with all eyes on us. I kept my head down, knowing that these people were not happy to have their city taken over to plan out a war. Adams led us to an inn he already made arrangements with, and we waited outside as he went to talk to the innkeeper.

I got of the horse, as did my brother and he made his way over to me. "I think I may regret making you come here with us. These men won't be happy to have a woman sitting in on these meetings. I am sure you can for a few, but when things get serious they will want only the people involved there inside."

I rolled my eyes and laughed lightly. "I am not surprised, John. My whole life I have been told not to do this and that by men. I will be fine. I am sure I will be able to find something to do here that will be helpful."

"Mary, we don't need your help any more. You have served your purpose," Sam intruded.

John clenched his jaw and glared up at Sam who still was on his horse. "I am getting tired of your attitude Sam. I don't know what happened between you two, but you better put it aside for the time being because we need your focus. Okay?"

Sam hopped of the saddle and tied his horse to a nearby post. "I am fully focused, John. You need not to worry for me. But please worry about your dear sister. She loves all the attention."

I spun away from Sam, breathing deeply in and out to calm my anger. Before I could respond to defend myself, Adams walked out of the inn and waved us in. "Okay, we have these for as long as we need them for."

Adams gave us each our room numbers, and luckily I didn't have to share a room with my brother. I opened the door and sighed in relief when I saw the bed. No matter how selfish I sounded, I was tired of sleeping in a cramped tent and on the hard ground.