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The Unknown Ajax

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by Джорджетт Хейер


  “I don’t think so,” replied Anthea cautiously.

  He glanced down at her, and laughed. “Where’s our Claud to set me right? Hobgoblins is what I should have said! This is just where I’d look for them.”

  To Anthea and Richmond, born and bred on the edge of the Marsh, this was ridiculous. Richmond said: “Hobgoblins? You don’t believe in them, do you, cousin?”

  “Nay, I’m not so sure I don’t since I’ve come into these parts,” said Hugo, shaking his head. “I’ll take care to turn my coat inside out, if ever I come here after nightfall, for fear of being pixie-led.”

  Richmond laughed; but Anthea said: “Does it seem to you an uncanny place? My Aunt Anne hated it: she used to say it was sullen land, full of evil sea-spirits, but she was very fanciful! It isn’t uncanny—not a bit!—even though it was once at the bottom of the sea! Innings have been made all along this stretch of coast, you know, as far as Saxon times. People say it’s unhealthy—aguish—and I own that those who live on the Marsh are peculiarly subject to fits of ague. That’s why Darracott Place is almost the last of the great houses still remaining here: in general, the lords of the district removed to the uplands. Not the Darracotts, however! You may depend on that!”

  “Unless you do so, Cousin Hugo?” interpolated Richmond. “My uncle Granville was used to say that he would leave Darracott Place, and live in one of the manors on the Sussex side. Northiamway.”

  “Yes! When he was at outs with Grandpapa!” retorted Anthea. “He would never have done it! Even had he really wished to abandon the Place, only think of the cost!” She smiled at Hugo, dancing lights in her eyes. “Did you fancy, cousin, that you had seen the worst of your family? I assure you, you have seen it at its best! When my uncle was alive, and he lived here, with all his family, brangles and brawls between him and my grandfather were the rule rather than the exception. He was inclined to be sickly, which Grandpapa took as an affront; and no matter what ailed him he always said that it was due to the horrid, marish situation of the house. You may imagine Grandpapa’s wrath!”

  “Well, what slum it was!” said Richmond scornfully. “Grandpapa knew he only got the notion out of an old book my aunt found, and was for ever quoting! It was enough to put anyone out of temper, for there wasn’t a word of truth in it! Something about the Marsh being grievous in winter—”

  “Evil in winter, grievous in summer, and never good,” Anthea amended. “Also that Kent has three steps, Wealth without health—that’s our part! Wealth and health—which is the Weald; and the third which affordeth health only, and no Wealth.”

  “Which proves it was a fudge!” said Richmond. “We haven’t wealth!”

  “Ay, but there’s wealth here right enough,” said Hugo, his gaze roving over the scene before him. “The land’s carrying more sheep to the acre than I ever saw. How many do you reckon on?”

  “From six to twelve—but that’s over Romney Marsh too,” Anthea replied. “The farmers think it a bad year if the Marshes don’t yield four thousand packs. I believe it’s good wool, but I don’t know much about it, because we don’t keep sheep ourselves, of course. The pasturage and the arable lands are leased.”

  “I don’t know much about it either,” said Hugo, “but I’ve seen the fleeces in grease, in the market, and listened to a deal of talk. It’s short-staple wool, isn’t it? Carding wool, that is?”

  “I haven’t the least notion,” replied Anthea frankly. “In fact, I don’t know what carding wool is. Tell me!”

  “Nay, I’d likely tell you wrong, for I was never very sure in my own mind between wools and worsteds. Long-staple makes the worsteds: combing wool, they call it. Lincoln and Leicestershire is where it mostly comes from. The Southdown is the best of the carding wools: it mills well. I know that much, but when it comes to qualities I’m at a stand. Pitlock’s the first of the wools, and Fine of the worsteds, and Abb’s pretty well the last of ’em both, but I’d be done up if you were to ask me what comes betwixt the first and the last. As for stapling, if I pored over the lot for a sennight as like as not I’d mistake Breech for Prime at the back-end of the week!”

  She was interested, and would have questioned him further, but Richmond, attending with only half an ear, interrupted her to say: “Oh, never mind the sheep! I’ll tell you what’s to be had in abundance here besides those silly creatures, and that’s hares! Only wait until January—from then until March is when they run strongest—and we’ll show you some famous sport! There’s excellent duck-shooting, too, if you care for it.”

  “Do you course your hares?” Hugo asked. “I’ve done a lot of that in the Peninsula.”

  “No, we hunt them with harriers. You’ll soon see! The young hounds will be entered in a week or two. They hunt leverets at this season, of course: it teaches them their business,, but the real sport is after Christmas. Do you know, an old Jack will give you almost as good a run as a fox? The doe doubles and turns shorter, but a Jack will very likely travel a four or even five mile point.”

  There was no more talk of wool or agriculture after that. As they rode gently along the track, Anthea let her mare drop behind a little, well aware that once two gentlemen were fairly launched into sporting-talk neither would have a word to spare for a mere female. She occasionally rode to hounds herself, but she was by no means hunting-mad, and descriptions of great runs, of the wiles by which hares would baffle hounds, of the rival merits of the big Sussex-bred hound, and the fast, rough-coated harrier, very soon bored her. She preferred to follow the gentlemen at her leisure, and to occupy herself with her own thoughts.

  These were largely concerned with her new cousin. She found him baffling. At first sight, he had appeared to her to be stupid: an overgrown gapeseed, slow of speech, and short of wit; either too woodheaded to understand the malicious shafts that had been aimed at him, or too meek to resent them. When she had first taken up the cudgels in his defence, she had yielded to the promptings, not of pity for a humble creature unable to defend himself, but of exasperation. High-spirited herself, and never afraid to answer a challenge, it had vexed her that Hugo should allow Vincent to make a butt of him. Her swift retort had been intended to furnish him with an example; it had won no response from him: he had merely looked surprised; but just as she had decided that he was too blockish to be worth a thought, she had seen the twinkle in his eye, and had realized that however meek and yielding his disposition might be he was not lacking in intelligence. Her curiosity roused, she had been covertly studying him ever since. By the time she had conducted him through the picture-gallery she had revised her first opinion of his character, and given free room in her brain to the suspicion that her ox-like cousin had a strong (and possibly reprehensible) sense of humour. Final judgment was suspended, but of one thing there was no doubt: Major Darracott was as kind as he was good-tempered. As she rode behind him and Richmond, catching snatches of their talk, her heart warmed to him. In his place, Vincent, after a very short space of time, would have grown bored with the outpourings of a stripling; he would never have taken the trouble to draw Richmond out, as Hugo was doing. It would be no bad thing, Anthea thought, if Richmond were to transfer his allegiance from Vincent to Hugo. The Corinthian might prove dangerous to a worshipful young cousin; the Major, her instinct told her, could be trusted to do him no harm.

  By the time she had arrived at this conclusion, the road that zig-zagged through the Marsh on its way to New Romney and Hythe had been reached. She called out laughingly: “Whoa there! How much farther do you mean to go in this direction, you wool-gatherers?”

  They halted, and Hugo, turning Rufus about, walked him back a few paces to meet Anthea. He said, smilingly, as she came up to him: “We’ve been chewing the bacon so hard we forgot you! I’m sorry!”

  His simplicity pleased her; she smiled back at him, saying: “Odious creatures! Do you wish to go on, or shall we turn back?”

  “I’ll do as you bid me,” he replied. “Richmond has been telling me about his boat. He
wants to show her to me, but he may do that another day.”

  “No, why?” said Richmond. “I’ve got her beached only a mile from here. We have plenty of time to take a look at her.”

  “Perhaps your sister’s tired,” suggested Hugo.

  “Not she! Come along, Anthea!”

  “Very well, but you’ll swear a solemn oath that you will only take a look! I know you!”

  “Nonsense! I’ll just make sure all’s snug. We shan’t be late for dinner, if that’s what’s in your mind. Now, coz, over the ditch and into Sussex!”

  He led the way at a brisk canter. The pastures were poor near the coast, with furze bushes growing out of the sand, and the grass giving place to marrams. The dunes were soon reached; the horses scrambled up, the sand sliding away under their hooves; and the sea (as it seemed to Hugo) burst suddenly into view.

  Big Rufus, checking at the top of the path between two towering dunes, snorted, and put his ears forward, “Nay then!” the Major admonished him reproachfully. “Pluck up, lad! Tha’s seen the sea afore, think on!”

  Anthea, already awaiting him on the shore, said, as the bay came slithering down the steep slope: “Ah, Yorkshirebred, I collect?”

  He met her quizzical look with one of his most guileless stares. “Nay, it’s this road,” he explained confidentially. “He was nobbut a young ’un when I came by him, and a smattering of Spanish was all he knew. He learned his English from John Joseph, sithee!”

  “I must make John Joseph’s acquaintance,” she said. “How useful he must be to you!”

  He eyed her speculatively. “Ay, he is and-all!”

  “I daresay he has been with you for a great many years?”

  “Since I was a lad,” he corroborated.

  “I thought as much. You’d be at a loss without him, wouldn’t you, cousin?”

  There was a dancing mockery in her eyes, a lurking smile in his. Before he could reply, Richmond, who had been listening impatiently to this passage, said: “This is the place I told you about, Cousin Hugo. Look, you may see the stakes holding the nets quite plainly! The season’s drawing to a close now, but at its height, when they pull in the Keddle nets, the whole of the foreshore is covered with mackerel. But don’t let’s stand dawdling here! The Gap where I’ve got the Seamew beached is a little way along, towards Camber.”

  “Lead on, then!” said Hugo. “It seems to me an unhandy place, though. How do you get to your boat?”

  “I ride, of course: it’s a mile closer than Rye, you know.”

  “What happens to your horse while you’re at sea?” asked Hugo, slightly mystified.

  “Oh, I stable him in Camber! There’s an inn,” said Richmond briefly. “As a matter of fact, it’s handier for me to run the Seamew into Mackerel Gap during the summer, when I might want to take her out any day, because Jem Hordle lives at Camber. He’s my crew! When I have her moored in Rye harbour, someone must take a message to Jem before I can set sail: she’s too big for one man to sail.”

  He had turned his head, to answer Hugo over his shoulder, but Anthea, looking ahead, said suddenly: “Good God, here comes that tiresome Preventive officer! I never knew anyone so ubiquitous! What on earth is he doing here, I wonder?”

  “The Lord only knows!” replied Richmond, watching the approach of the Customs’ Riding-officer with disfavour.

  “Well, for heaven’s sake be civil to the poor man!” she begged. “The last time I encountered him was when I was with Grandpapa, and he was so ill-advised as to accost us. He got so badly snubbed that I’m persuaded he thinks now that we are all of us in league with the free-traders.”

  “I wish I had been there!” Richmond said, grinning.

  “I would have yielded my place to you with pleasure. Grandpapa is never more embarrassing than when he becomes high in the instep. Good-day to you, Mr. Ottershaw!”

  The Riding-officer, a rather tight-lipped young man, with eyes of a hard, shallow grey, pulled his horse up, and raised his hand in a stiff salute. “Good-day, ma’am.”

  “Whither away, Lieutenant?” enquired Richmond. “Not looking for tubs amongst the sandhills, are you? I’ve never come upon any there!”

  The Lieutenant replied in a flat tone that matched his rigid back and unsmiling countenance: “No, sir. I am riding to Lydd. I see you have your boat beached in Mackerel Gap.”

  “Yes, I’m taking my cousin down to see her. Lieutenant Ottershaw—Major Darracott, of the 95th!”

  “Sir!” said the Lieutenant, bringing his hand up again to the salute.

  Hugo touched his hat in acknowledgment, and said, with a smile: “Land-guard?” The Lieutenant bowed slightly. “I’m told that’s no sinecure on this coast.”

  “No, sir,” said the Lieutenant, with a good deal of emphasis. “But we may see a change presently!”

  “Yes, you’ve established a famous blockade, haven’t you?” remarked Richmond. “What with Customs’ cruisers and Revenue cutters you should have the Channel swept clear before the year’s out.”

  “The task of stamping out the illicit trade, sir, would be rendered easier if the rascals who engage in it met with less sympathy from those who live in these counties.”

  “And if the duties were less extortionate there would be no trade to be stamped out!” retorted Richmond. “It’s all the fault of the Government—and a pretty set of leatherheads they are! The remedy is under their noses, but instead of cutting the duties they squander fortunes on Preventive measures.!”

  “Nay, that’s no answer,” interposed Hugo. “The law may be daft, but it has to be obeyed.” He looked at Ottershaw, and said pleasantly: “I’m from the West Riding myself. They used to say there was plenty of smuggling went on at the ports, but I never knew much about it.”

  “If it were only the ports!” said Ottershaw bitterly.

  “Ay, you’ve a job on here, with the French coast so near. I wouldn’t want it—with the countryside hostile. I know what that means.”

  “Why, were the Spaniards hostile?” asked Richmond. “I thought—”

  “They weren’t hostile to us, but to the French they were.” He nodded at the Riding-officer. “What you need is a Division here, and I doubt if that would answer either. Myself, I’d say it was a job for the navy.”

  “The Admiralty, sir, is now in control of the coast blockade, and the force patrolling the Channel is under the command of a very able and zealous officer. I am happy to say that running the blockade is becoming every night a more dangerous enterprise.”

  “Lord, yes!” said Richmond. “It’s getting to be dangerous to put out to sea at all! I was overhauled myself last week by one of the sloops. What the commander thought I was doing, God knows! For two pins, I daresay, he’d have fired a shot across my bows. He wanted to know who I was, where I came from, where I was bound for, why I didn’t heave-to at once—which I thought I had done, but it turned out that I hadn’t obeyed his signal. The only wonder is I wasn’t put in irons.”

  “A strict watch is being kept on all vessels, sir, and it is the duty of those engaged on the coastal guard to pay particular heed to any vessel that appears to be behaving suspiciously. Failing to obey a naval signal would naturally give rise to grave suspicion—though in your case, as I collect the officer soon realized, this was groundless.”

  Having uttered this severe speech, the Lieutenant took his leave, punctiliously saluting, and then riding off without a word or a smile.

  “Did you ever see such a pompous whipstraw?” said Richmond scornfully.

  The Major looked meditatively at him. “Happen he’s nattered,” he drawled. “Seemingly, he doesn’t like you, lad.”

  “I don’t think he likes any of us,” said Anthea. “That’s Grandpapa’s fault! He was odiously haughty to the poor man—and you may depend upon it that the Preventives have a pretty shrewd notion that all the brandy we have at the Place is run.”

  “It is, is it?” said Hugo. “That would account for it, then.”

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apter 8

  There was not very much time left for as minute an inspection of Richmond’s boat as its owner would have liked. He would certainly have made the whole party late for dinner had he found a kindred spirit in Hugo; but Hugo, although he uttered suitable comments when the vessel’s various perfections were pointed out to him, knew little about boats or sailing, and was quite ready to leave the shore as soon as Anthea grew impatient. Richmond was again disappointed. It would have been unreasonable to have expected a man brought up in an inland town to be as knowledgeable as he was himself, but he detected a lack of enthusiasm in his cousin which was hard to understand, until Hugo disclosed that whenever he went to sea he was sick. Richmond, like most excellent sailors, was much inclined to think seasickness largely imaginative: no one need be ill who did not think he would be. He responded with a sympathy as spurious as Hugo’s admiration of the Seamew’s lines, and tried not to think the worse of him.

  Hugo was not deceived. When he set off for home with Anthea, Richmond having left them to visit his boatman in Camber, he shook his head, saying sadly: “I’ve sunk myself beneath reproach.”

  Anthea laughed. “Yes, but you may easily make a recover, you know! You have only to unbutton a trifle, and tell him about your adventures in the Peninsula, to win his worship,”

  “Nay, I’m no figure for worship!”

  “You are a soldier, however, and he’s army-mad. Do you dislike talking about your campaigns? I wished you would have told us more, but it seemed as if you didn’t care to.”

  “I’ll tell him anything he wants to know, but it wouldn’t be the right thing for me to do, when your mother and his lordship don’t wish it.”

  “I wondered if that was why you said so little. Grandpapa you need not heed; and Mama—well, I think you shouldn’t heed her either! Poor love, she would be quite dismayed if Richmond should succeed in winning Grandpapa over, but she would soon become reconciled, I promise you. She has the happiest disposition! For myself, I believe nothing else will do for Richmond. I wish it were not so, but we have none of us the right to push him into some occupation he doesn’t care for! You said that yourself, cousin!”

 

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