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A King`s Commander - Dewey Lambdin
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- Название: A King`s Commander
- Автор: Dewey Lambdin
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Alan Lewrie is now commander of HMS Jester, an 18-gun sloop. Lewrie sails into Corsica only to receive astonishing orders: he must lure his archenemy, French commander Guillaume Choundas, into battle and personally strike the malevolent spymaster dead. With Horatio Nelson as his squadron commander on one hand and a luscious courtesan who spies for the French on the other, Lewrie must pull out all the stops if he's going to live up to his own reputation and bring glory to the British Royal Navy.
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"Liguria is also the ancient Roman name for the entire coastal region, sir. North of Leghorn or Porto Especia. Were they really a Tuscan concern, sir, why did they not use their own sea, the Tyrrhennian, or the entire Mediterranean, to describe their intended trading area?"
"Another matter for Mister Drake's associates, Commander Lewrie," Nelson suggested. "After inquiries may be made in Tuscany. Should it be registered proper, the names of the major stockholders will be revealed to us. And if some of those majority owners turn out to be Genoese, or agents representing Genoese investors, then we may be able to say that it is, without a doubt, an illegal combination."
"And, most likely, such an inquiry may also reveal the names of ships to be on the lookout for," Cockburn said with a sly chuckle, a tap of his finger against his temple. "With such information, we may concentrate on the largest, best-organized, smugglers. Their capture or elimination from the trade would daunt the smaller players. Were their ships to be seized often enough, they'd throw in their hands as a poor wager."
"If it is merely financial, and not political, sir," Alan said, unwilling to concede the point, on principal certainly, because he still suspected the presence of French agents hinted at something dangerous. And hating to give the smug bastard the last word, in anything!
"I daresay, Lewrie," Cockburn allowed with a bemused expression, "that there is the possibility of the French being involved, taking full advantage of the greed, or the humane efforts of the Genoese to aid their occupied compatriots. Anything to undermine resistance in Italy. But, as I also said before… we simply do not know enough to take a leap of logic, into the speculative."
"I see, sir," Lewrie relented. A bit truculently, it must be said; resenting being lectured to by a man ten years his junior. "But I will lay a wager with you, this very moment, sir," he added with a sly grin. "That when we do come to discover all, there will be French collusion, and French gold, at the root of it. Name your sum, sir."
"Five hundred pounds." Cockburn grinned back, just as slyly.
Sufferin' Jesus, Alan thought, his mind awhirl; now I'm for it! Even if the Prize Court came through with what I'm due, I'd still be bankrupt, if I'm wrong! Borrow it from Phoebe… No!
"Gentlemen, really…" Nelson chided them, with the affable, and amazed, tone of a father interceding between two headstrong brothers. "Make it a shore supper, or a case of wine. And the terms are vague. Of course, the French are involved. Whether they are the instigators, or the recipients of a fortuitous accident, which they hope to exploit. Hardly a proper wager at all, really. It lacks the 'either, or.' "
"A shore supper, then, sir," Lewrie amended. "That it is the full cabal, set up by the Frogs."
"And I say they are exploiting the greed of misguided, short-sighted… tradesmen," Cockburn countered. "Aye, a shore supper."
"Done!" Lewrie cried, offering his hand to seal the bargain.
"Done, and done, then." Nelson laughed. "Well, I think that's about it. We must suspect a formal, organized attempt to trade with, and succor, the French. The valuables suggest that. Il Briosco had a full cargo of flour, salt, boots, and shoes, what else…?"
"About a ton of tanned leather, sir, suitable for harnesses or belts and pouches," Lewrie was happy to supply. "Cast-off military accoutrements, sail cloth suitable for tents, blankets… and quite a lot of naval stores. Salt meats, sausages and salami, cheese, and all the rough wine in the world."
"Which will fetch a pretty penny at Mister Drake's sales." Nelson beamed, rising to dismiss them. "And deny the French any joy of it. I think that will be all, until we know more. Gentlemen, thank you both for coming aboard, and sharing your information with me. And with each other, hmm? So you may cooperate in future, more attuned?"
That wasn't a hope; that was an order, Lewrie almost winced.
"Stay a moment, Commander Lewrie, there is one other matter," Nelson directed before they said their good-byes.
"Aye, sir?" he prompted, once Cockburn had gone.
"The matter of your tender, sir," Nelson said, squinting over his report, impatiently turning for the best light in the great-cabins for his one good eye. "This little Bombуlo. Quite a good idea. Most ingenious of you. Though you were damned fortunate, against such odds."
"Thank you, sir." Lewrie smiled, glad it wasn't to be a tongue-lashing for being at odds with Cockburn.
"I fear you'll have to keep her," Nelson said soberly. "This La Follette. Better-armed, I grant you, and a valuable seizure. But she is a French ship of war, little or no, and must be properly condemned, then bought into the Royal Navy before I could possibly condone her addition to our squadron."
"I see, sir." Lewrie sighed.
"There are certain customs and usages of the fleet that even I cannot ignore, no matter the situation, do you see, Lewrie." Captain Nelson laughed softly. "Only so many orders I may flaunt, or act contrary to. No, I am sorry, but she must go to San Fiorenzo. Our admiral may wish to inspect her unique carronade armament. That she is armed with carrуnades, at all, in the first instance. And the novel training platform beneath them, in the second. And, after all… I doubt if you would wish to give up your First Officer, Mister Knolles."
"Sir?"
"You would, you know, were she taken in or sent off. She's a lieutenant's command, not merely a tender to another ship," Nelson told him. "Could I condemn her myself, and buy her in, well… I fear there are other lieutenants senior to Mister Knolles more deserving of command. And, were she a part of this squadron this instant, I would assign her to work inshore with Meleager, Inconstant, or Southampton, allowing one of the deep-draught frigates a shallow-draught companion. I fear you must recover your swivels and two-pounders from La Follette, and rearm Bombуlo. You can tow her astern, ready for another bold raid on the French. But you can't come nigh to hoisting your own broad pendant as an ex-officio squadron commander with her your consort."
"Oh well, sir…" Lewrie shrugged sheepishly, putting a good face on it.
"I trust, though, that the prize money from her capture mollifies you, Lewrie," Nelson offered by way of condolence.
"Should the Court ever see their way clear to paying it, sir," Lewrie reminded him, "then, aye, I s'pose it must."
"Aye, those…!" Nelson seethed for a moment. "I tell you, sir, I am determined to become an admiral! To have say in matters, redress so many shortcomings. Prize-Court doings, not the least of them, but…" he said coming around his desk to steer Lewrie to the door of his day-cabin. "Until then, there is the satisfaction that you did your duty, as best you saw it, with aggressiveness, pluck and daring. And, more than your own portion of good fortune. Confounded French recruiting, perhaps; certainly destroyed a battery, a garrison, and took those coasting bottoms they'll sorely miss. And captured a French national ship into the bargain. This fellow who runs their convoys must, this very instant, be tearing out his hair in frustration."
"Confusion to the French, sir," Lewrie boasted.
"Amen to that, sir," Nelson exclaimed, as a send-off. "Amen to that. Now, off with you, Lewrie. Recover your tender and we'll be off about the King's Business. Perhaps not quite so far as Cape Antibes.. • hmm? A little closer to home. A daily cruise west, returning to read my signals. Mister Drake suggests a large convoy, soon, a rich one…"
"Aye aye, sir!" Lewrie heartily agreed.
"Scour the coast for me, Lewrie. And good hunting."
CHAPTER
7
"You…!" the scarred man sneered, his permanently scrub-pink complexion mottling with an anger so fatal it could have killed, just by itself, straight across the desk in the great-cabins of the French National corvette La Vengeance.
Vengeance was at anchor in the port of Nice, but a southerly, a sirocco, blew into the harbor, making the agile 350-ton corvette do an edgy dance. Which didn't do Lt. Henri Becquet's attempts at composure any good, either, as he suffered the well-deserved tirade. As Lt. Henri Bec-quet attempted to find a way to wriggle free of responsibility-and the threat of court-martial and the guillotine. France did not suffer its fools gladly, had no use for failure, or excuses for it.
"You…!" the scarred Capitaine de Vaisseau hissed again. He partially hid his brutally scarred face with a black silk mask, an eye patch that extended upward to cover a broken-lined brow, downward to hide a cheek that had been slashed to the bone. There was no disguising, though, the tyrannical mouth, the upper lip and part of a nostril that had been savaged and crudely sewn, making him an offset harelip. "You stupid… goddamned… fooll" he thundered. "Idiot!"
"M'sieur…" Lieutenant Becquet shivered so violently that his teeth chattered. His very life depended on the next few moments, suspended. in midair at the end of a figurative single skein of light thread… and Le Hideux the one with the razor blade! Perversely, Becquet cast a glance to the civilian aft near the transom windows, who was a dark, brooding shadow against the midday glare. Le Hideux was showing off, performing for the civilian, Becquet suspected. Covering his own failures with a spectacular rant, if the civilian was down from Paris, to inquire why the convoys failed so often, so much was lost…?
"What can you do?" the senior captain asked the ether, with a soft toss of his hands, and a look toward the deck head. He rose and paced slowly, his weakened left calf supported by a stiff knee boot reinforced with an iron brace. Clump, shuffle… clump, shuffle, and Lieutenant Becquet began to sweat an icy flood as Le Hideux approached him. "Here is the very sort of laziness I continually fight against, Citizen," he said to the civilian. For his benefit… and his own. "Idiots, fools, shit for brains. Oh, they spout all the right slogans, cheer when you tell them, Citizen Pouzin. As if halfhearted enthusiasm for the Revolution was enough, n'est-ce pas? But, deep in their souls, they stay shop clerks! Open on time, pretend to work, then run for the cafйs or the brothels, as soon as the door is shut for the evening. Without a thought of working! Without a care for anything but their comforts!"
Clump, shuffle… clump, shuffle, behind Becquet, who kept his gaze straight ahead at the silhouetted Citizen Pouzin, pleading with his eyes. And expecting a dagger in his kidneys.
"A gun captain, did you know that, Citizen Pouzin?" Le Hideux sneered. "From the Garonne, where they do not understand the sea. A river man. A gun captain who turned against his 'aristo' masters when he saw which way the wind was blowing. When we broke up that elitist naval artillery corps, that pack of bootlickers!… Becquet turned on them. To save his hide, hein? So he could have his soup and bread, a ready supply of coin, only. For his wine, and his whores! Got promoted because he shouted the loudest. So he could make even more money to waste on wine and whores?" Le Hideux accused, shouting into the lieutenant's ear so close that spittle from his ravaged lips bedewed Becquet, as cold as Antarctic ice crystals.
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