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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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"Unless he does something else clever, sir," Peel griped moodily. "I'm coming to fear just how clever he really is. Abandon the privateer and go overland in civilian dress, perhaps? Senator di Silvano's farm carts and estate agents could smuggle him out. Then should this ship…"
"Aye, should we close her and take her, he'd be ashore, laughing his bloody head off," Lewrie sourly agreed. "I assume Mister Twigg has already made arrangements against that?"
"He has, sir," Peel assured him-sort of. "Though we're thin on the ground when it comes to people we can trust, besides the pair of us, Mister Drake, and a few of his hired agents. The Austrians…"
"I'm sure their army has spies in plenty," Lewrie gloomed. "In business with Italians all this time, some bad habits must have rubbed off by now, surely!"
"Unless the rumor of a large French invasion convoy was another sham, Captain Lewrie," Peel pointed out. "It was a good-enough rumor to draw most of your Nelson's ships off to the west, to counter it. If the French are just as ready for a decisive battle as the Austrians, it may be possible that Choundas doesn't expect to have to go very far, to rejoin. Or wait a week till Genoa is theirs. He knows something, that much is certain, this Choundas. Something we don't, yet."
"Large crew, this privateer of his?" Lewrie asked.
"About a hundred or so, that I saw, sir," Peel told him.
"Had to have promised half the booty to them, else they'd never have taken the job on." Lewrie sighed. "Why should they risk all that, to sail out at once? They could wait for Genoa to fall. Doesn't mean Choundas would. Fearsome as he is, he couldn't count on a crew of mercenaries to protect him. And she's not a proper warship, disciplined… did you see any uniformed men aboard? Any soldiers, their versions of Marines? Any naval officers, besides him?"
"Nossir," Peel replied. "Though what might have been hidden…"
"Not much depth of hold in which to hide anything, aboard shallow-draught vessels such as xebecs," Lewrie interrupted impatiently. "No… I expect what you saw was all they had. Hired for the one job, perhaps… but only to transport the gold, not take it, d'ye see, Peel?" Lewrie enthused. "Choundas couldn't use his flagship to fetch it to Genoa. I hate the man… but I understand him, a little, I think. He's a sailor! La Vengeance, d'ye say? Wager he named her, himself. Chose her paint scheme, so she'd look just like his old'un, the one he lost in the Far East, in eighty-five. Lost her, and two others, too! The greatest shame any captain can stomach. No, he'd never risk her. Never take the chance of losing another command, especially to me… or your Mister Twigg. This privateer's expendable, now she's done his chore for him. She's civilian, not Navy. Does she sail, and we take her, I'll sport you any odds you like, he'll not be aboard. She'll swan off sou'east, paid to lure us on a false scent. While he takes passage west, close inshore. On one of Senator di Silvano's fishing boats or coasters, more like."
"Well, I'm damned, sir!" Peel breathed out, the victim of twice the surprise; that Choundas could be that clever. Or that Lewrie, for all the deprecating things his employer had said about him, was showing signs of being just as discerning and quick-witted. "O' course, it makes eminent sense. Once he gets to Genoa, he knows he's a quick way out… that's what he had up his sleeve that we couldn't hope to know!"
"He's a sailor," Lewrie reiterated. "Wasn't born to Frog nobility, Mister Peel. Brought up in the coastal fisheries. Not many good horsemen spring from that lot. He won't go overland, 'less forced to."
"And you knackered his leg, sir, long ago. Make a ride that far all but impossible for him. Though a cart, or coach…"
"A sailor, Mister Peel!" Lewrie laughed. "He'd feel lost on the land, no matter how he goes. But he knows the sea. With a small crew of experienced Genoese, supplied by Signore di Silvano… seamen just as dedicated to the conspiracy as their master is… he's still in his proper element."
"A fish in the water, so to speak, Captain Lewrie." Peel japed.
"Exactly."
"Though…" Peel sobered. "That would mean we're only one ship. And we'd have to stop and search every bloody rowboat 'tween Genoa and Vado. And intercept the privateer if she comes out."
"That, too, exactly, Mister Peel," Lewrie snapped, losing every hope he'd conjured up. "Needle in a bloody hayrick. Damn!"
CHAPTER
5
Agamemnon was already at sea, lurking a few miles south of the harbor approaches to Genoa. Like a reunion with a parent after years apart, Lewrie was shocked at how she'd aged in the months that jester had been away. Paint faded and streaked, her gunwales gone filthy and her sails turned weary brown, and much patched. Worst of all, thigh-thick anchor cables had been bound about her hull to keep her together.
A quick, shouted conference with Nelson, across the fifty yards that separated them after Jester came under her lee, both captains too impatient to waste time transferring from ship to ship, so they could lay their plans in the idle comfort of the flagship's great-cabins.
Nelson had to admit that Agamemnon was too weeded to catch the privateer, should she come out. He would take her to Vado Bay at once, send Tartar out to watch the coast closer inshore east of Vado, rearm little Bombуlo, which had been swinging idle since Meleager had abandoned her so she could go off to Leghorn for her refit, put a crew in her, and reinforce Tartar. The privateer would be Lewrie's "pigeon," when or if she left port.
To aid his own search, Nelson gave Lewrie the use of his barge, a thirty-two-foot ten-oared boat, which could be rigged with two masts and carry a two-pounder boat gun and a pair of swivels. With an admonition not to scratch her paint, Agamemnon departed, leaving Jester to stand guard at Genoa by herself, until Tartar and Bombуlo could join her. A day and a night, perhaps, before she was reinforced. Speedy would have encountered at least one or two of the frigates by then, and summoned them back from their wild-goose chase to the west. With all the luck in the world, they'd then sew a net so snug about Genoa and its approaches that Choundas would never get out.
The first use Lewrie made of the barge was to man her, and send Midshipman Hyde inshore with her, to cany a message to Twigg or Drake to keep an eye on the privateer, hire a swift local boat, and send out an alert if Choundas transferred to another vessel, and its description and course.
Then, five miles sou'west of the Mole, he could do nothing more.
Except fret, of course.
As Jester continued her pacing, standing off and on that coast as the evening gathered, Lewrie paced his quarterdeck on the windward side. Back and forth, from the hammock nettings overlooking the waist to the corner of the taffrail by the night lanthorn. Fretting a safe and swift return of the barge, Mister Hyde and its crew; though he doubted the Genoese government would be silly enough to delay her or seize her. They were in enough bad odor, already; had practically thrown in with the French! Fretting the delay of fresh information from Twigg, which Hyde would surely have for him. That Choundas would confound them one more time, and stay snug and safe aboard the privateer, after all. Or take the overland route, disguised as a misshapen Gypsy, or something.
But mostly, fretting that Choundas would realize that Agamemnon had departed, and make his move before any reinforcement arrived. Had Choundas planned to sneak out aboard a nondescript fishing boat, rush back to his beloved corvette, and his neglected duties, flush with new triumph, he'd have to do it soon. Surely, he'd feel the noose drawing tighter, the bastard had the survival instincts of a bread-room rat… and was just about as hard to kill for certain.
Depart just after twilight, Lewrie pondered, hands in the small of his back, glaring down at the toes of his fashionable boots, pacing almost hunchbacked with impatient gloom. Show no lights, maybe a wee lanthorn… one fishing boat 'mongst a fleet of 'em?
Speed, though… has to get back, soon. Dash along the coast to be west of Vado Bay before tomorrow's dawn? French lines begin where? Can't count on anything tubby as Bombуlo-she's typical of boats hereabouts-to get him through the area where he'd be most vulnerable. A larger vessel, then. Longer waterline, schooner-rigged. A tartane or pencil-thin… he might try with the privateer. She's armed, and fast enough. Does that damned senator have himself a yacht? He looked like the sort to afford one… ruddy-faced. Hunting, I thought. Owns ships and such, so he must do some sailing, maybe it comes from… damn!
He stopped to scrub his face with dry hands and peer shoreward. Jester was on the easternmost leg of her patrol line, barely two miles off the harbor entrance. There were few signs of activity. Some small fishing boats about Bombolo's size working their way back into harbor. Few sail visible at all, save for them, and some even smaller with one lugsail or lateen, little bigger than Jester's jolly boat or gig. All heading in as sunset approached, or idling bare-poled close inshore for a final cast of the nets. And a two-master heading out! He crossed to the binnacle cabinet by the wheel to snatch his telescope and inspect it.
The elegant barge, at last! Within half an hour, she'd be alongside with news. Then he could arm her before full dark, put more hands into her, and double his patrol.
"Helm up a point, Quartermaster!" he snapped. "That'll be our Mister Hyde returning. We'll stand down to her."
"Aye aye, zir," Brauer crisply agreed, feeding spokes a-weather.
"A note from Mister Drake, sir," Hyde offered, once he was back on deck. "His compliments to you, Captain, and said for me to inform you that he already had the privateer under close scrutiny. Of yet, there's been no sign that anyone has left her. Though he also bade me tell you that they'd hoisted an 'Easy' pendant this morning, and allowed traders' bumboats to come alongside. Rather a lot of'em, sir," Hyde contributed. "Saw 'em myself. So many it's hard to keep track, that Mister Drake also said to say, sir."
"Do you carry any message for me, sir?" Mister Peel asked from the side.
"Aye, sir, I do." Hyde nodded, reaching into another pocket for a wax-sealed note. "Mister Drake gave it me, from some banker fellow?"
Kept in the dark so far, Hyde could only raise his brows and wonder why a commercial letter was just as important as one from the Consul representing HM Government at Genoa. Having this stranger Peel aboard, with the right of the quarterdeck, and put aboard so urgently, had Hyde and the rest totally mystified.
"Any vessels follow you to sea, sir?" Lewrie asked quickly. "A vessel of any kind that looked in the way of readying for departure?"
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