'Wouldn't mind a bit of that, myself, sir,' Alan allowed. 'Serving King and Country unrecognised for their valour, their unstinting devotion to hard Duty, yes,' Sir Malcolm sighed. 'Nearly three years you've been in this ship, now, Commander? Away from home and family, with Duty done and foes confounded your only satisfaction?' Well, I wouldn't say quite
Lewrie smiled. 'That'd be most welcome, Sir Malcolm, thankee.' 'Your gallantry, foremost, sir. Your courage and sense of honour. Your quick thinking,' Sir Malcolm prosed on, looking noble.
'I… I did what needed doing, only, Sir Malcolm.' Lewrie all but coughed in honest modesty. And chagrin. 'Don't quite know what t say, sir… t'be so honoured. Though it's hardly deserved, really…?'
'Oh, tosh!' Sir Malcolm grinned. 'Though your modesty becomes you, in addition to your other qualities. Know little of the sea, myself, can't begin to fathom the intricacies of a Sea Officers elaborate lore, but I must say I'm intrigued to learn more of it. Speak to Admiral Jervis, discover his appreciation of our situation, now Spain has come in and the French fleet rules the Mediterranean… why, my colleagues may find my information useful, once home, in expanding the Navy.' 'That'd be right-fine, Sir Malcolm.' Shockley lifted his telescope once more and peered at the shore.
'Rather a lot of birds about, Commander Lewrie. Thousands. I'd think they'd shun such a… dare I say a ghastly, haunted place.'
'They're uhmm… feeding, Sir Malcolm,' Lewrie told him bluntly. 'What sea-birds do, when they're lucky.'
'Thought you buried…?'
'The victims, Sir Malcolm,' Lewrie stated.
'Ah!' Sir Malcolm gulped, looking queasy. 'Well, quite right, too. Murdering bastards. Might put them off this place for good?'
'I doubt it, sir,' Lewrie countered. 'A year or two, someone will put in for wood and water. Knock the placard down, 'cause they hate what country, religion or people the dead were. Scavenge rusted weapons we missed and didn't toss in the sea. Pick round the bones…'
'Scare them off, by way of example, ah. Quite right.'
Lewrie rather doubted that. Some might even find it majestic!
'Hard to say, Sir Malcolm, hard to say,' Lewrie allowed. 'Now we've created a Field of Sea-birds… a
He turned outboard to look at his field of slaughter.
' 'Now all is holy,' ' he chanted softly. ' 'Now all is honourable… and the goodness of God is'-again-'fulfilled.' '
'What's that, Commander Lewrie?' Sir Malcolm asked, giving him an odd look.
'Old Balkan… 'love-poem,' sir,' Lewrie replied with a quirky grin.
'Just an old local poem.'
AFTERWORD
It's doubtful if Napoleon ever exhorted his troops from the crag as I described. And that speech about leading the Army of Italy into a fertile plain of rich cities for honour, glory-and loot-was actually dictated by Bonaparte during his exile on St. Helena and inserted into his memoirs. The splendid three-part silent black-and-white film about Napoleon, though, shows it… the young boy-general, the hungry, ragged troops below, the mountains, and the sea. Napoleon would have approved, I think, since he'd aspired to be a dramatist or novelist in his school days.
Admiral Sir John Jervis
Venice and the Serene Republic went under soon after this novel ends.
The garrison at Corfu with its two officers, their servants and a sergeant or two was fact; as was the shoddy state of the islands' governor when Lewrie was dined in. Those anecdotes were in Martin Young's
Through late 1796 and early 1797, Napoleon had defeated Wurmser a third and last time, conquering all of Austrian Italy. He then beat the stuffing out of another 'brilliant' Austrian General, Alvinscy, got through the Alpine passes in December, marched through Leoben and got to Semmering, right on the outskirts of Vienna, which was helpless with her main armies still on the Rhine. His back was covered, just as he'd covered his rear before this offensive, by reducing the Papal States one more time, and destroying the only army left below the Adige River.
Napoleon marched into mainland Venetian territories. Citizens in Verona rose up and rioted, killing French troops. Napoleon sent ships to the port of Quieto, to attack a few timidly sheltering Austrian vessels, violating Venetian neutrality. The Venetians were
The Doge's ornate gilded barge,