Standing in front of the stone, he still found that he could scarcely believe it.

Caroline Scott-Kenway

Born 1691, Died 1720 of Smallpox

Beloved Mother and Daughter

She walks among the Angels of God

Of course the bastard wouldn't acknowledge me, he thought, kneeling down. It was a beautiful stone; white marble, angel carved into the front, so tall that it reached his chest when standing.

"Oh, Caroline…" he sighed, running his thumb over her name. "Nothing I can say will make Things right, I know that; but… for Years I've been rushing around, taking whatever I fancied, not giving a Tinker's Curse for those I hurt. Yet here I am... with Riches and Reputation, feeling no wiser than when I left Home. Yet when I turn around, and look at the course I've run... there's not a Man or Woman that I love left standing beside me. You deserved better than me, Caroline. I can only hope that I will be a better Father than I was a Husband." He sets the flowers down in front of the stone, but remains kneeling there for a few minutes longer, gazing at the cemetery. It's a pretty little place atop a hill and overlooking fields of wildflowers. He turns back to the stone, and starts to sing softly – she had claimed that to hear his voice in song was a beautiful, if rare, treat.

"I dreamed a dream the other night,

Lowlands, lowlands away me John,

My love she came, dressed all in white,

Lowlands away.

I dreamed my love came in my sleep,

Lowlands, lowlands away me John,

Her cheeks were wet, her eyes did weep,

Lowlands away.

She came to me at my bedside,

Lowlands, lowlands away me John,

All dressed in white, like some fair bride,

Lowlands away.

And bravely in her bosom fair,

Lowlands, lowlands away me John,

A red, red rose, my love did wear,

Lowlands away.

She made no sound, no word she said,

Lowlands, lowlands away me John,

And then I knew my love was dead,

Lowlands away.

Then I awoke to hear the cry,

Lowlands, Lowlands away me John,

Oh watch on deck,

Oh watch, ahoy,

Lowlands away.