Herrick’s we warmed him more than he could have believed possible. He rested one hand on Herrick’s uninjured arm. “I have often been a flag officer with only two ships to command. This is the first time I have had one ship with two admirals in charge!”
Allday said anxiously, “I’d best go, sir.”
Herrick was becoming drowsy: something Minchin had given him, or perhaps it was due more to Allday’s brandy. He said quietly, “I’ll not forget, you rogue!”
Allday grinned. “There, sir, your old self already!”
Bolitho found Trevenen and his lieutenants at the quarterdeck rail, each with a telescope as they stared at the eye-watering horizon.
“Deck there! Sail to the south’rd!”
Trevenen looked grim. “We had better clear for action, Sir Richard.”
Bolitho wiped his eye with his fingers. Clear for action so soon? Why was he so on edge? Laertes ’ pale canvas made the tiniest mark on the horizon, with Larne staying well up to wind-ward. In contact, within sight of each vigilant lookout.
Trevenen continued, “A broadside, I think, Sir Richard.” He was puzzled, and he could not hide it. “Only one.”
“Well, this stranger must have sighted us, Captain Trevenen. She seems to hold her course.” He trained his telescope very carefully by resting it on Midshipman Harris’s shoulder. It would make a good story for the dog-watches, he thought.
“Deck there! She’s a frigate, sir!”
Avery said, “But which one?”
Someone murmured, “By God, her captain knows how to make a ship take wings!”
Trevenen barked, “Mr Monteith, I’d be more than obliged if you would keep such empty observations to yourself!”
The young lieutenant seemed to cringe, but swung away when he saw Avery watching.
Bolitho had heard the exchange. The frigate could be none other than Anemone. In such a short while he had proved what he could do, and he had the confidence to use his initiative whenever he got a chance.
But why Adam? Perhaps Keen had thought it prudent to send him. They were like extensions of himself, his ears and eyes, and the steel in his grip.
Bolitho said, “We will not clear for action, Captain Trevenen.” He took a chance. “Let me know when Anemone is within range of our signals. Mr Avery, come aft with me.”
In the cabin Yovell was already leaving, while Ozzard was mixing something to carry to the sickbay. Like Allday, each knew Bolitho’s moods, and recognised in him now the need for private conversation with his flag lieutenant.
Avery said, “I am delighted to hear of Rear-Admiral Herrick’s recovery.”
Bolitho strode to the stern windows and shaded his eyes to look for Larne ’s topsails.
“When you came to me and I accepted you as my flag lieutenant, we had a wary agreement with each other. Would you see it that way?”
He stared out at the sea and waited for his vision to blur. He could feel Avery watching him, could sense his unwillingness to speak of what troubled him.
Avery said, “You have my complete loyalty as a King’s officer, sir.”
Bolitho turned but could see very little in the shadows of the cabin.
“And friendship too, I would hope?”
“I value it more than I can express, sir. But after my experiences, and carrying the stigma of an unjust court martial, I have been careful in what I say and do.”
“In case you lose your position, that rung on the ladder we all envy at times, and which was denied you by the very navy you so obviously love.”
Avery heard more cries from the lookout, some bare feet padding overhead as the sails were re-trimmed yet again. When he answered his voice was faraway.
“To keep silent and to do only my duty . . . I thought it was enough. I had no way of understanding the greater power of Admiralty.”
As if from another world, Bolitho recalled Catherine’s warning that Sir Paul Sillitoe might be using Avery for his own ends. It hurt him more than he thought possible.
Avery said flatly, “I wrote to my uncle. From Gibraltar, as a matter of fact. He told me things.”
“About me?”
Avery stared at him, shocked. “Never, sir! I was merely curious as to why a ship like Valkyrie should be given to Captain Trevenen.”
“Then you acted wrongly and improperly.”
Bolitho wished he could see his face, but after the ocean’s mirrored surface the cabin’s darkness was like being in a cave.
“I still require an explanation, Mr Avery.”
Avery replied, “I did it because of you, sir, not in spite of you. I had seen how you hated the floggings and privations set upon the people, and you felt helpless to interfere.”
Bolitho waited. You saw a man every day, shared a meal or a memory, and all the while you didn’t know him. Perhaps until now.
“My uncle was well-informed. I suspect he knew when their lordships insisted upon your appointment to Good Hope.” He spoke with such anger he could not conceal it. “This ship was Trevenen’s reward for false evidence at a court of enquiry. He once served in the frigate Priam, an unhappy ship according to my uncle, with a captain who twice allowed men to die under punishment. Trevenen gave evidence to refute this, and the court of enquiry was only too eager to dismiss the complaints.”
“Can I guess the name of Priam ’s captain?”
“I think you know, sir. It was Hamett-Parker, now Admiral Sir James Hamett-Parker. The one who instigated your appointment here.” He sounded out of breath.
Bolitho gripped the edge of the bench seat. “He once made a point of telling me he had never served in frigates.”
Avery said quietly, “The admiral is aware of Trevenen’s hatred of your family, sir. A simple but cruelly effective weapon.” He was speaking more quickly, as if he might regret the impulse if he hesitated. “Trevenen comes of lowly stock, sir.”
“All to his good, I’d have thought.” Even as he spoke Bolitho recalled Trevenen’s endless discussions with the purser and his clerk about ship’s stores and the fresh fruit which was so necessary in these demanding climates.
Avery said, “This is not how I meant it to end, sir. You have my word on it.” He sounded as if he had turned away to look around the cabin. “It has been my great fortune to serve with you, and I know I have dismissed my chances for good.”
“There is something else?”
Avery said, “I feel in my bones that we are intended to fight. I am not new to it, nor will I fail you when it begins.”
Bolitho heard the squeal of halliards from above in that other world, probably an acknowledgement to the other frigate’s signal.
He tried to remain calm. “I never doubted your ability.”
Avery said, “When you know a secret . . .”
“Tell me only if you wish. You have said enough to destroy you already.”
“Captain Trevenen is a coward, sir. I have watched him. I am a good judge of men, I think.”
Heavy feet pounded on the ladder and Trevenen’s knuckles rapped impatiently on the door.
For a moment they stood staring at one another. Then Bolitho said, “That took courage too.” He paused. “It is still a secret, Mr Avery.” He said sharply, “Enter!”
Trevenen almost burst into the cabin, “She is Anemone, Sir Richard!” It sounded like an accusation. “Her captain is coming aboard!”
“Is that all, Captain?”
Trevenen took a grip on himself, his massive figure swaying about as if he had forgotten where he was.
“Orcadia ’s lost! Yellow Jack!”
Bolitho caught his breath. Without asking he knew what must have happened. In the time available Adam had not been able to report to Keen, which probably meant that Keen’s ships had already sailed.
“I shall come up directly.”
As the door slammed shut Allday came in by the other entrance.
Bolitho said quietly, “Poor Stephen Jenour. He did not want a command, you know. I forced it on
him. I might as well have shot him.”
Avery was disconcerted, uncertain what to say. “I’m sure it’s what any officer would want, sir.”
“I doubt that.” He reached out for Avery’s arm but missed it in the shadows.
“We have a war to fight, Mr Avery. Put other thoughts from your mind. You did it for me and you acted rightly. Every commander must know his weakness as well as his strength.”
Allday placed a glass by his hand, “Wet, Sir Richard.” He could not say more.
“We shall wait on deck, sir.” Avery followed the burly coxswain into the filtered sunlight. It seemed incredible that Anemone had already changed tack and run down under their lee. Avery could even make out individual figures, men dashing past the guns to haul on the boat-hoisting tackles.
Then he turned and was astonished to see the intensity of Allday’s stare.
“What is it?”
Allday said steadily, “I’ve not known you that long, sir, but I happen to believe you’ve come to belong to Sir Richard’s little crew as he calls us.” He did not smile. “Otherwise I’d not be saying a word, see?”
“I was sorry to hear about Jenour, though I scarcely knew him.”
Allday brushed it aside. “He was a good man. We all trusted him, I mean.” Then he made up his mind. “I think you should know, sir, because I’ve seen the way he’s taken to you . . .” He hesitated and then blurted out, “If you speaks of it to anybody but us, I shall know.”
Avery waited, knowing that it was not merely important, but vital.
“He’s going blind, sir. Left eye. He was badly wounded. We have to watch him, like.”
“I thank you for your trust. I mean that most sincerely.”
Allday did not seem to hear. “Sir Richard used to have a flag lieutenant, the Honourable Oliver Browne, he was. A real gentleman, an’ I means that in the only true way. Always spoke of We Happy Few, he did. Then he got himself killed.” His eyes hardened. “Not in any sea-fight, neither.”
He moved away as Anemone ’s sails were backed and the gig dropped smartly alongside. Over his shoulder he said, “Now you’re one of the few, sir!”
Valkyrie came up into the wind, her sails like thunder in the fresh breeze. Avery stood by the hammock nettings while the side party prepared to receive Anemone ’s captain.
“So there you are!” Bolitho strode from the companion hatch and glanced at the compass before acknowledging the officer-ofthe-watch.
Avery watched him, and was moved by the easy way he could bridge the distance from quarterdeck to forecastle, from naval hero to ordinary pressed seaman; and something of his admiration and his sadness must have revealed itself on his face. Bolitho looked first at Anemone and then toward Allday, who was standing by one of the guns.
Then he said quietly, “He told you, didn’t he?”
“A little, sir. You can trust me.” He hesitated. “Can nothing be done?”
“I believe not.” He smiled. “Let us receive my nephew and find out what he knows!”
It was astonishing. I believe not, he had said. But his tone implied the opposite.
Avery looked at Allday and saw him give the briefest of nods. He was accepted.
Bolitho stood just outside the door of the sickbay. Beyond the hull the sea would be in total darkness, with only the occasional glow of phosphorescence or a breaking crest to betray movement. The ship felt even quieter than usual, but for reasons other than fear of punishment.
Just before darkness had closed in to conceal one ship from another, Larne had made one last signal. Tyacke had sighted several sail to the north-east. They could only be the enemy.
Bolitho thought of Adam’s brief visit to receive his orders and to describe the horror he had seen in the drifting Orcadia. He had the strongest feeling that, bad though it was, Adam had spared him the worst part. He had described how he felt about leaving his patrol area to join them, and how he had announced his approach by the single broadside the lookout had heard. He had sighted an Arab topsail-schooner, which must have been tracking the Anemone after she had left the Orcadia: one of Baratte’s scouts, or a slaver who was still willing to risk capture. Either way there had been too little time to give chase with the added risk of losing her in an approaching rain squall. Adam had fired a broadside at extreme range and had left the vessel dis-masted and adrift to fend for herself.
The enemy’s strength was unknown, but their own numbers were probably already listed in Baratte’s mind like a plan of action.
Whatever they were, they would not proceed further in the darkness. They would hold as close together as possible until first light.
Bolitho could picture the Valkyrie ’s watch below, brooding over what they would perceive as inevitable, the landmen and the youngsters asking the old Jacks what to expect. What is it like?
He heard Avery walking very softly behind him. Leaving him to his thoughts, instantly ready if he was needed.
How did he know Trevenen was a coward? There had certainly been no doubt in his voice. Something Sillitoe had told him, or had it been his father, who had died in battle?
Trevenen’s reward for lying under oath to save his captain from disgrace was no small thing. Just to be Valkyrie ’s captain now was privilege enough to ensure his promotion to flag rank, if he could stand clear of trouble or causing offence to Hamett-Parker. It was not cowardice in that case, but just as dangerous.
Minchin loomed out of the shadows. “Yes, Sir Richard?”
“How is he?”
Minchin scratched his head. “Sleeping now. Been fretting a mite, but that’s usual enough.”
He grinned as Herrick called, “Who is that?”
Bolitho stepped into the light of a solitary lantern. “I am here, Thomas.”
Herrick gasped with pain as he tried to drag himself into a sitting position. Between his clenched teeth he exclaimed, “Hell’s teeth! One arm is more trouble than two!” Then he lay still again, his eyes glowing in the flickering light.
“We’re to fight then?”
“We have to win, Thomas.”
Herrick sipped from a mug which Lovelace held for him. “Always the same. Not enough ships where you need ’em. We’ve known it a few times, eh? They never learn, because they don’t have to see it. To do it!”
“Easy, Thomas.”
“I know, I know.” He moved his head from side to side. “And I’m no use to you either!”
Herrick saw Avery for the first time. “I abused you at Freetown, Mr Avery.” He looked away. “I heard about Jenour as well. No age to go.”
Bolitho paused by the door again. “Try to sleep. I shall see that you are looked after if . . .”
Herrick raised his left arm. “ If. That has a chilling ring too.”
Outside the sickbay the ship seemed at peace. Some midshipmen were crouched in a tight circle, their expressions revealed only by the light of their glims. Like some strict religious sect; but Bolitho knew they were asking one another questions on seamanship and navigation. Preparing like all “young gentlemen” throughout the fleet for that magic day when they would be examined for lieutenant. To midshipmen it was the first, impossible rung on the ladder, and few could see any further beyond it.
Lovelace left the sickbay carrying two books, and Bolitho recalled what the surgeon had told him.
He asked, “Have you ever thought of taking the big step, Lovelace? To the College of Surgeons? Mr Minchin speaks very highly of you.”
It was the first time he had seen him smile.
“I too would like to own a carriage and pair, Sir Richard!” The smile vanished. “I beg your pardon, sir. I meant no offence.”
Avery watched, leaning against the curved timbers at his back. He saw Bolitho reach out for the young man’s arm, heard him say quietly, “If we can break the enemy tomorrow, I will sponsor you.”
Avery almost held his breath, unwilling to miss any of it.
Bolitho said, “My late flag lieutenant should have studied
medicine, not war, like his father and uncle before him. Instead . . .” He turned aside. “But Fate decided otherwise, God bless him!”
Lovelace was still staring after them as they climbed the companion ladder together.
“That was a generous thing to have done, sir.”
“You reap only what you sow.” He gripped a rope hand rail as the hull dipped heavily in a cross-swell. Then he said, “Sup with me tonight. I wish to discuss the signals for tomorrow. There may be little enough time later on.”
The meal was a simple one, washed down with some of Catherine’s claret from St James’s Street. In Ozzard’s capable hands it made a fitting end to the day.
Even as, encouraged by the flag lieutenant, he reminisced, and spoke of men and campaigns he had known, Avery was aware that Bolitho was speaking of others like Jenour, who would be remembered only by the few who had shared those experiences.
He saw Bolitho touch the locket beneath his shirt, his gaze faraway as he said, “I shall add a little more to my letter to Lady Catherine before I sleep. She was very fond of Stephen. He used to sketch her, like the daily scenes he saw around him.”
He would not have to tell her what to do when she received the news. She would go to Southampton herself and see Jenour’s parents, to spare them at least the brutal formality of an Admiralty letter.
The Secretary of the Admiralty regrets to inform you . . .
Nobody should have to suffer that.
He said almost abruptly, “If anything should happen . . .” He looked at Avery directly. “There is a letter in my strongbox which you may deliver to . . .”
“I would prefer that it never need be read, Sir Richard.”
Bolitho smiled. “That was well said.” Without realising what he was doing he touched his eye with his fingertips, so he did not see the concern on the lieutenant’s face. “Baratte is a devious man, a trickster who will use every ruse to overthrow us. Whoever loses will be a scapegoat, something too well known to you already. His father was denounced as a hated aristo during the Terror and was beheaded before those howling murderers. He was an honourable officer, and France has had cause to regret his death and the blood on their hands of so many others like him. Baratte has done all in his power to prove his skill and his worth to his country, perhaps to protect himself. It is a weakness that may make him reckless enough to play one trick too often.”
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