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H.M.S. COCKEREL - Dewey Lambdin
- Дата:01.10.2024
- Категория: Приключения / Морские приключения
- Название: H.M.S. COCKEREL
- Автор: Dewey Lambdin
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Alan Lewrie works to get a leg over on Emma Hamilton, and comes face to face with the rising star in France, a guy called Napoleon, as well as the infamous Captain Bligh. Not a small feat!
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"Send your purser to our shipyard, sir," Sir John offered with a grand, expansive spread of his arms. "Your ship purchases nothing. We will gladly offer you the bounty of Naples. Fresh meat and bread, vino…"
"God bless you, Your Excellency, I am overcome by your generosity," Lewrie declared happily. Sure, too, that Mister Husie would also be turning St. Catherine's wheels over free victuals.
"And for yourself, sir?" Sir John went on, tapping himself on the side of his nose cagily. "I know what sailors most desire, having once served in deprivation, aha… you see?"
"To sample the cuisine of Naples, Your Excellency. To try some new dishes. Eat my way back aboard ship, I should think," Lewrie said, beaming now, happy as a pig in the corn-crib. "I've simple needs."
"Then you shall do so, as our honoured visitor," Acton promised, with another, cagier look. "Perhaps you should sample some fried fish, hein, Sir William?"
"Ah. Perhaps that may… uhm, advance matters," the ambassador agreed, almost tipping the prime minister a conspiratorial wink. "Yes, I daresay it might. After a certain period of, uhm… briefing?"
A briefing on how to eat fried fish? Right! And both of 'em as cozy as a pair of housebreakers, Lewrie wondered. At least it sounds like there's a free meal in it. But, dear as he wished it, that very instant…
"Your Excellencies will excuse me, I trust, but I must return to our ship. There are matters to arrange, and duties in my captain's stead which I must see to, first."
"You have a competent wardroom, sir?" Acton inquired.
"Aye, sir."
Well, damn his eyes, Lieutenant Braxton was good at his job. Can't be faulted professionally. Just personally. Scott to keep an eye on him, and Dimmock, Bosun Fairclough…
"An hour or so? I quite understand, Lieutenant Lewrie," Acton nodded, and gave him a shrug of nautical camaraderie. "We both know, and appreciate, how so akin are the demands of a beautiful ship, such as your frigate, and the demands of a beautiful woman, n'est-ce pas?"
"Quite, Your Excellency," Lewrie smiled in return.
"Uhm," Sir William frowned, peering at a distant clock of impressive dimensions and baroque gilding. "It is now half-past nine or so. Do you return to Palazzo Sessa by… half-past eleven? Will that be time enough, sir? Good. You are turned out reasonably well. Your current uniform and toilette will suffice. I do not believe there is need for anything more formal, not today at any rate. From here, we may all coach together. Do you concur, Your Excellency?"
"Absolutely, Sir William," Acton agreed.
"My physician will be along presently. You may coach together to the quays," Hamilton decided, getting to his feet, creaking in the effort; for all his urbane grace and patrician leanness, he was an old man. He put his hands in the small of his back and leaned backward.
"Aye, Sir William, and thankee again. I cannot express how much I am indebted to you. One thing before I go, however. Uhm… exactly where will we be coaching to?"
"Why, to introduce you to Neapolitan cuisine, Lieutenant," Sir John Acton smirked, sharing another of those maddening conspiratorial grins with the ambassador. "You may try some fried fish. And be presented to His Majesty, King Ferdinand the Fourth. The King of Naples."
Chapter 4
"Now, he'll not stand on much ceremony or formality, beyond a natural courtesy, d'ye see, sir," Sir William Hamilton tutored on the short carriage ride from Palazzo Sessa. "The King of Naples is… uh… you've never been presented at Court back home, sir?"
"No, Sir William," Lewrie had to admit.
"He does carry himself well, though, Hamilton, does he not? And you told me not half an hour ago that his deportment towards you and Sir John lacked for nothing," Lady Emma Hamilton teased.
Informal or not, Lewrie had scrubbed himself as clean as could be expected aboard a ship, donned his best uniform, and was now perched on tenterhooks on a plush-velvet coach bench, facing rearward towards Sir William and his wife. His very much younger and hellish-fetching wife. At the moment he felt, diplomacy bedamned!
"Uhm…" Sir William allowed. "True. True, my dear."
"Neapolitans call him // Re Lazzarone, sir," Lady Hamilton went on. "That means king of the commoners. He's adored by the common folk. By all, but… by all but the very rich and most pretentious. Those with titles who were bom expecting more respect for their dignity."
She snorted Like a short-changed shopkeeper's wife.
"You have no Italian, sir?" Sir William inquired hopefully.
"None, I fear, Sir William," Lewrie had to say. "Some doggerel Don. A smattering of French, o' course."
"That would hardly be the language to use around 'Old Nosey,' sir!" Lady Hamilton laughed again, a deeper-in-the-gut, full-voiced guffaw, her merry light blue eyes sparkling with mirth.
" 'Old Nosey,' Lady Hamilton?" Lewrie flummoxed, trying hard to retain all he'd so quickly been tutored on, in the short time allowed.
"// Vecchio Nasone, his subjects also call him. Try it. II Vec-chio Nasone. Eel ve-keeoh nah-sohnee. Give me half a day, Hamilton, and we'll have him so fluent in Italian, he'll be waving his hands and slapping his forehead!" she boasted.
"I should not dare speak French to him, no matter it's called 'la langue diplomatique,' since his queen, Maria Carolina, was sister to Marie Antoinette. I see."
"Quite right, sir," Sir William gloomed, though he had bestowed upon his wife the beamish smile of a typical, love-stricken old colt's tooth. "And as for don, well…! One cannot hope, I suppose, that a sea officer may be master of the art of diplomacy, or by the very… uhm, detached nature of his calling, have much use for it, in truth. But His Majesty King Ferdinand is of royal Spanish Bourbon blood. He has been King of Naples and the Two Sicilies since his boyhood, yet he is, at bottom, Spanish. It would be…"
"Oh, Hamilton, you know how suspicious 'Old Nosey' is about his relations!" Lady Hamilton interrupted. "All the years he's spent here, monarch in his own right, no matter how indebted he originally was, he has no love for Spain. For his family, perhaps, but not for Spain or their ambitions. Any more than he felt for French Bourbons, and their ambitions. He's fiercely protective of his kingdom, Leftenant Lewrie."
Handsome or not, she talks too bloody much, and man's business, too, Lewrie thought; politics, so please you! Must have the old dolt wrapped round her least finger, to get away with such… boldness. It's desexing, that's what it is! Immoderate! Promising poonts, though…
"Even so, my dear, it would be a mistake for the leftenant to become, in the excitement of the moment, perhaps… too informal. And I would most strenuously conjure you, Leftenant Lewrie, to attempt to eschew such animadversions or colloquialisms-"
" Hamilton, dearest," Lady Hamilton interrupted again, touching her husband on his knee with her fan. "Not possessing a word of Italian, and dependent upon a translator, I'm sure he will not shame us."
"Indeed not, Lady Hamilton," Alan nodded to her with gratitude. He was sure that he'd have had a considerable strip torn off his hide, had it not been for her presence, which hampered Sir William from delivering a harsher reproof.
"He'll be good," she added, giving him a taunting smile behind her husband's view as she leaned back in the coach seat they shared.
"Cross my heart and hope to die, Lady Hamilton," Lewrie smiled.
"Emma, do!" she insisted suddenly, taking her husband's veined old hand for a squeeze. "May Leftenant Lewrie be familiar with us, my dear? After all, he will be doing us an immense service. Already has, hasn't he, coming from Admiral Hood with his news. And showing Ferdinand what real British sailors are Like. Why, this may be the very act which firms Neapolitan resolve to join the coalition!"
"Uhm, Emma…" Sir William dithered in warning.
"Oh, pish!" Lady Hamilton snorted once again, this time in vexation. "What is needed by Lords Dundas and Grenville in London is the help of the Sardinians and the Neapolitans. Austria is in, Prussia is in, but they're off to the north and east. All royalist Europe must be in. Surely, Hamilton, he must be told enough, so that he will not make a mistake, out of ignorance?"
"Leftenant Lewrie… His Majesty's Government desires, and shall pay handsomely for, any military or naval assistance against Republican France. Matters are in hand…" Sir William said cautiously. " Sardinia, for example, will be recompensed upwards of Ј200,000 to raise an army of 50,000 men, and subordinate her fleet to Lord Hood's orders. I have been discussing a similar arrangement for a fiscal subsidy with Sir John Acton, anent Naples, pending certain steps which His Majesty's forces would take in the Mediterranean."
"What Sir John referred to as une flotte respectable?' Alan said with quick understanding and a sly look. "The presence of our fleet is the precondition towards Naples joining the coalition. And what would their contribution be, Sir William? And how good are they?"
"We, uhm…" Sir William stalled, loathe to reveal all his cards to a stranger, grown used to a life of secrecy in his king's service. "A force of 5,000 to 6,000 troops. Three or four ships of the line and the requisite numbers of transports. Perhaps six or eight lesser ships. It is no secret that King Ferdinand has always been suspicious of France 's territorial ambitions. Now so, more than ever. No matter the government in power in Paris; their appetites are constant."
"And with French gaining Corsica rather recently, he fears their further expansion overseas. If they can threaten and gain Corsica, what else might they take from the weaker Italian states by force," Alan surmised. "Once they consolidate their political power, eliminate their last internal foes… and get their army and navy sorted out."
"Capital!" Lady Hamilton hooted in triumph. "Oh, Hamilton, did I not tell you he'd be good?"
"Yet Corsica 's not quite in the bag, I understand," Lewrie went on, leaning forward over his sword hilt, which rested between his knees. "There's Italian resistance to their occupation. So I would assume we will be invading Corsica, once we've dealt with the French fleet? That is why Admiral Hood is blockading Toulon, their main level base?"
It made eminent sense, Lewrie thought smugly, secretly glad he was showing so astute, and enjoying the alarmed expression on William Hamilton's face. But any fool could read a map, any fool could follow events in the papers! What all these Foreign Office, Privy Council, or diplomatic types never seemed to realise was that an hour in a coffeehouse or an idle afternoon in a workingman's tavern would reveal that what they treated as utterly covert, was general gossip!
Too, it made eminent sense that England would provide the navy to allow the lesser Italian kingdoms to invade Corsica, marshal armies on France's eastern frontier near Genoa and Leghorn, backed by Austria and her magnificent troops… best in Europe, Prussian pride notwithstanding! Liberation from revolutionary tyranny, a cheque to French dreams of expansion… can't do it without a fleet!… and provide the first measure in cooperation, and a victory, so the combined armies of the coalition would be inspirited when they marched into France herself!
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