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ELIZABETH
Sue Williams is a bestselling author and award-winning journalist,
working in newspapers, magazines and TV in Australia, the
UK and New Zealand. Born in England, but settling in Australia
in 1989, she’s also a travel writer and university lecturer. She lives
in Sydney’s Kings Cross with her partner, writer Jimmy Thomson.
Her books include Getting There: Journeys of an accidental
adventurer; the story of her travels around isolated Australia,
Welcome to the Outback; and a series of other books about the
outback, Women in the Outback, Outback Spirit and Outback
Heroines. She’s also written biographies of Father Chris Riley, Mean
Streets, Kind Hearts; Father Bob Maguire, Father Bob: The larrikin
priest; navy diver Paul de Gelder, No Time For Fear; Fred Brophy,
The Last Showman; and Australia’s youngest Everest climber Alyssa
Azar, The Girl Who Climbed Everest.
Sue’s true-crime book And Then The Darkness: The disappear-
ance of Peter Falconio and the trials of Joanne Lees was shortlisted
for the international 2006 Gold Dagger Award for the world’s
best crime non-fiction. Her first children’s book was Everest
Dreaming.
Elizabeth & Elizabeth is her first novel, borne out of a love of
early colonial Australian history—pivotal in the development
of the country—and an overriding admiration for women of that
era making their own way in life. With both Elizabeth Macquarie
and Elizabeth Macarthur having a huge impact on the fledgling
nation, despite all the odds, Elizabeth & Elizabeth is the result of
an enduring fascination with what might have been.
Elizabeth &
ELIZABETH
SUE WILLIAMS
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are sometimes
based on historical events, but are used fictitiously.
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WARNING
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Part
ONE
FIRST IMPRESSIONS
Betsey Macquarie
3 1 ST DE C E M BE R 1 8 0 9, SY DN E Y
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I nod to them, smile sweetly and wave back. But it’s an effort.
The light is so sharp and harsh, unlike anything I’ve ever experi-
enced before, almost blinding. Already I have a pounding headache.
I’ve waited for this moment so long, dreamed of it, prepared for
it, I can barely believe it’s finally here. But it is. And it is nothing
like I expected.
I can feel a gentle touch from Lachlan on my hand and I smile
up at him, gratefully. He knows I am nervous and he’s trying to
reassure me in his own quiet way. He probably thinks I’m anxious
about the crowds and their scrutiny of us, particularly of him, an
unknown quantity. In truth, I’m worried about a whole lot more,
of which most he would have absolutely no clue.
But Lachlan is walking ram-rod straight, like the good soldier
he’s always been. He’ll be smelling that same foul smell and feeling
a little overwhelmed by the crowd, just like me, but he’s showing
few signs of any of it. The only outward hint of discomfort I
can see is sweat glistening on his forehead; he must be suffering
from the heat inside that stiff new uniform. I only just resist the
temptation to blot his brow with my handkerchief. He carries on
regardless, shaking all the hands reaching out to him, and saluting
the army officers, making it clear he’s in charge. I have to make
a good impression, too. This feels like my first real test. I can’t
afford to let him down.
I look around furtively. It’s wet and muddy underfoot and
I can see a wash of fetid water a few feet away from where we’re
receiving our first greeting party. I nod my head politely at the
men clustering around Lachlan, but am distracted by the sight of
what looks suspiciously like human waste floating by. Open sewers,
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I’d smiled sweetly. ‘Yes, yes, I realise that,’ I’d replied. ‘But I’ve
read many of the letters from the colony, so I think I have a fair
idea of what to expect. Don’t worry about me. I’m made of far
sterner stuff than I look!’
He’d laughed at that, taking my hand and kissing it. ‘I don’t
doubt it, my darling,’ he’d said.
But now I am the one with the doubts. I realise that I really
was not ready for what I’m now experiencing. The heat and the
humidity are overpowering, and I can barely believe what I’m seeing
. . . I quickly readjust my face again to make sure I’m smiling rather
than showing any outward sign of my dismay.
This is worse, far worse, than even my darkest fears. Behind
the ragged grey people and their own shabby infantry officers—
now forming a line of honour from the wharf up to the grand
building, which I assume must be Government House perched
on the hillside looking down at us—the houses are little more
than ramshackle huts hewn from mud and split wood. They’re all
sitting higgledy-piggledy in a jumble of narrow tracks around the
place, with no sign of any order or even of the most rudimentary
pride. The streets, if you can call them that, are simply rutted mud
paths strewn with rubbish. And that smell.
We’re guided to the front row of a set of seats positioned in
front of a platform. Lachlan sits and I slump down beside him,
just as my legs threaten to give way completely. Someone—I don’t
know who—hands me a parasol. I feel almost faint with grati-
tude as it finally blocks out that fearsome sun. I know there are
sweat patches under the arms of my dress, so I keep them close
to my sides. I cross my ankles and catch sight of my good cream
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silk shoes now caked in something that I fear is far worse than
mud. I look away quickly and out into the crowd that is steadily
amassing around us, everyone staring as if we’re creatures from
another planet. I imagine they’re anxious about what Lachlan
plans for this place. After so much upheaval in the governorship
in the past few years, they’ll be keen for a period of calm, order
and, hopefully, prosperity.
One of our party from the ship, Mr Ellis Bent, takes to the
platform, and unfurls his documents. As the man anointed to be
our Judge Advocate, he’s our master of ceremonies, but I can see
he also looks nervous. At only twenty-six years old, this must be as
daunting for him as it is for me. But at least he’s had much longer
to prepare for it. I’ve had time to get to know him on our long
journey to this place, and found him hard-working, conscientious
and very proper about what he sees will be his role in the upkeep
of the rule of law in the colony. While he is always deferential to
Lachlan, he’s also extremely considerate towards me. He was very
solicitous during my long bouts of seasickness on the voyage, even
though he often didn’t seem too well himself. I’ve decided I like
him very much. I hope he’ll be a good friend to us in whatever
lies ahead.
I smile towards Mr Bent encouragingly in case he can see me.
He draws a breath, and the crowd grows silent. Then he gravely
reads out the official proclamation of Lachlan’s commission as
Governor. As the words tumble on, I steal a glance at Lachlan’s
face. He looks serious, solemn, giving nothing away of what he
must be feeling. But what is he feeling? I realise with a jolt that
I don’t really have any idea. Sometimes I feel as if I don’t know
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my husband at all. He’s lived such a full life, travelled around the
world, experienced things I could never dream about, and of which
he’ll never speak. Occasionally, he withdraws completely and goes
to a very dark place, and I’ve learned to just let him go and wait
patiently for him to return. At those times, he’s almost a stranger
to me.
Yet there have been moments when I’ve felt we’ve been as close
as any two human beings could be. Our wedding day was one
of the happiest of my life, and I believe of Lachlan’s too. While
we spent so much of our engagement apart, in the two years of
our marriage we’ve known both great joy—and terrible heartache.
I will never forget the day our baby daughter Jane died at just two
and a half months old, and I saw this great courageous soldier let
down his guard and actually weep with misery and despair. The
sight cut me to the quick. I tried to console him but he pushed me
away, embarrassed at what he saw as a terrible weakness. It made
me only care for him more, want to protect him more fiercely and,
most important of all, make him happy. A new start in a new land
will be good for us both.
I look back out into the crowd. I am hoping to see one particular
face there, that of Mrs Elizabeth Macarthur. I quickly scan everyone
but I can’t see her. Even though I last saw her twenty years ago,
I feel sure I will recognise her. Elizabeth was always so beautiful
and had a quiet elegance about her that would doubtless mark her
out today in a crowd like this. She made such a strong impression
on me as a young girl that I’ve been following her progress ever
since. Indeed, I even have letters from home for her. I wonder why
she isn’t here? She surely would have known that this was the day
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of our arrival? I hope she’s not sick or that she’s not left and gone
back to London with her husband. As the only woman of similar
stature in this country, I hope she’ll be a good and loyal friend.
Otherwise this strange place is going to be extremely lonely.
It suddenly dawns on me that being the wife of the Governor
of New South Wales is going to be nothing like I’d pictured, back
home. Home. Today, Hogmanay back in Scotland, there’ll be a
frost on the grass crunching underfoot and it’ll probably now be
snowing. Our families and friends will be gathering, ready to see
in another New Year with the kind of gusto only the Scots can
summon. My family home, Airds House in Appin, in the West
Highlands, will have a blazing fire in the hearth warming the house
ready for all its visitors. I wonder if my brother John Campbell,
the laird, will be missing me. I know my sister Jane, who lives close
by on the Isle of Mull, certainly will be. I think, with a pang, of
all my nieces and nephews growing up so far away. I wonder how
long it will be before I see them again.
When we’d boarded our ship in Portsmouth, I hadn’t thought
too much about what I was leaving behind, so dazzled had I been
by this extraordinary honour afforded my husband. It was to be the
final distinction of his brilliant career, and his legacy. For me, it
was my chance to broaden my horizons in a way I’d never dreamed
possible and to put all my reading and education into action, and,
most importantly, to help him make a difference in the new world.
I’d spent the seven months of our voyage listening to Lachlan
outlining his plans and his hopes, and writing my own journals
of things I’d like to do to support him, studying my architectural
pattern book of building designs I’ve brought with me, as well as
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of what was to become our new home. Lachlan had his own regi-
ment of soldiers dress smartly in their new uniforms and line up
on the decks to make sure the local populace would be suitably
impressed. Then we set off the customary fifteen-gun salute to
announce our approach, and heard one back from the shore to
heed our arrival and to welcome us in.
Now, actually sitting here in Sydney Town, I can see that the
deposed Governor William Bligh’s letters back to London painted
a much more glowing picture of the colony and his work here than
was strictly accurate. This place at the far end of the Earth appears,
in fact, shockingly derelict and Godforsaken. But it’s set to be our
home for the next eight years and hopefully we’ll be able, together,
to help create a place of which Britain can be proud. I do wonder,
however, if that’s going to be possible.
I can feel Lachlan stir beside me, and I move to touch his
shoulder. But he’s already standing and doesn’t notice. Instead,
he steps forward to give his first speech in this new world. The
hordes quieten, eager to hear what the man who is to decide their
future has to say. I straighten and look out over these people who
are to become our neighbours, our subjects, our friends, or even
quite possibly our enemies.
Then I turn back to my husband and try to look enthralled
by what he’s saying and happy to be contemplating our future in
this place. I want so dearly for this to be the fresh start together
we both so desperately need after the death of our daughter but,
for the first time, I have real fears.
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In the days since our arrival, Lachlan’s been busy meeting people
each morning, reinstating officials sacked after the mutiny against
Governor Bligh and re-examining land grants made by former
leaders. He’s also had to pore over a seemingly endless number of
documents and inspect various parts of Sydney and its environs.
Meanwhile, I’ve been left to organise dinner parties and entertain
the wives of dignitaries, which is not at all what I came here for,
nor see as my chief role. Naturally, I want to support Lachlan, but
there’s so much I have to give, and want to achieve, too. I’m growing
impatient to put forward the plans Lachlan and I discussed for
the advancement of the colony, for new buildings, new institutions
and new ways of doing things.
When Lachlan had first courted me, I’d been clear that, as an
older wife—twenty-nine when we’d married—I was never going to
be some pretty young adornment to his life. For a start, I’d never
been regarded as pretty, and my youth was well behind me. Instead,
I’d had a good education and wanted to put it to use. Then, when
this appointment came, we’d discussed it thoroughly and Lachlan
had said he’d need my help, particularly as he wouldn’t know who,
at first, to trust. But now I feel like I’m being pushed aside, and
Lachlan isn’t taking me half as seriously as I’d hoped, and been
led to believe, he would.
Whenever he has a spare moment, Lachlan tries to pacify me,
saying things like, ‘I know you have so many ideas about improving
this place, and God knows it could do with them all, but as I’ve
said, we have to spend our initial time here getting up to date with
what’s going on and working out who we can rely on and where
the dangers lie. We simply can’t afford to upset the wrong people.’
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