Betrayal

He spread it out, a blunt forefinger running down the columns of type to find a passage. ‘There!’

In Spanish, it meant nothing to Kydd, but Waine translated. ‘A porteno, man o’ property an’ standing in the city,’ Kydd remembered this was how the painter on Table Mountain had described himself, ‘gets mad at the viceroy, sayin’ the city’s going t’ ruin over trade being cut off and demands he goes over t’ free trade.’ He jabbed at the text in several spots where the words ‘libre comercio’ were prominent. ‘Didn’t do him no good, though. He’s slammed in chokey f’r his cheek.’

‘And you say there’s unrest against Spanish rule?’ Popham asked innocently.

‘Unrest? Why, I’d say a stronger word’n that. Them as is born there, they’s called criollos and, no matter how high ’n’ mighty, they has to bow down to any as comes from Spain an’ takes all the top positions in trade an’ gover’ment, no mind how low they’s been born in the home country. No, sir, unrest is too kind a word.’

‘Can you tell us anything of the military? What forces do the Spanish have?’

Waine winked slyly, tapping his nose. ‘Why, you’re not thinkin’ to do mischief there while there’s no men-o’-war doing the guardin’, b’ any chance?’

Popham assumed an appalled look, leaving Kydd to ask awkwardly, ‘I was more concerned with how the Spanish might put down any pother at all . . .’

‘Well, reg’lars at Montevideo an’ a whole lot o’ militia in Buenos Aires. A sorry bunch an’ nothin’ to worry on.’

‘Er, I’ll not detain you further, Captain,’ Popham said, taking his empty glass. ‘I know you’ve cargo to clear. My thanks for your information and we may well talk again.’

After Waine had left, Popham sat down, his brow furrowing. ‘You heard that. From one who has nothing to gain by concealing the truth. This sharpens the urgency considerably.’

With Renzi’s words and sarcasm still ringing in his ears, Kydd asked, ‘Dasher, you can’t really be thinking to invade South America?’

Popham looked up with a lopsided smile. ‘Invade? Of course not. But here’s a thought: the Dons have left an open door to seaward while they deal with Miranda in the north, and the population is simmering with revolt. Should a British squadron appear, offering liberation from the oppressors and at the same time throwing open the entire port at last to free trade – which is precisely what we did with such success here in Cape Town – then wouldn’t you, as a South American, feel just a little bit inclined to side with us?’

‘I’d think so, but the size o’ the continent! How can we-’

‘No, no, not an invasion. We haven’t the resources and that was never in my thinking. While we can, we seize Montevideo and neutralise the Spanish military. The people rise up and we ride in triumph into the capital. By the time Spain hears of it, for them it’s too late. They’ve lost their seat of power in the south and Miranda is raising the standard of revolt in the north. A mighty empire of three centuries standing – brought down by us!’

It was nothing short of mind-shattering. To go from humble overlooked naval squadron to empire toppling? There had to be a reason why not.

‘Er, we’ll need an army of quite some size, I’d warrant,’ Kydd said, trying to keep his voice steady, ‘as can be transported in what vessels we have to command. The guns? And horses, o’ course.’ He was flailing about now, trying to find solid ground under his feet.

‘Leave that to me,’ Popham said, with a seraphic smile. ‘As soon as our Mr Waine can give me details on their barracks and forces, we’ll know how to proceed. I’m sanguine a regiment of Highlanders is worth three of the Spanish. And guns – do remember that there’s been no threat to South America since the days of Francis Drake, and never to the River Plate. Even a brace of our paltry field guns will send ’em packing the first time they smell powder.’

‘You really are going after the Spanish!’ Kydd said in awe. This was a breathtaking display of moral courage, not only in the conceiving but the firm self-reliance in initiating and planning the entire matter.

‘I am! Should I be satisfied in the odds and what we have to face them, that is.’

Kydd looked at him for a long moment. ‘Then, Dasher, you have m’ full support. Is there anything I can do?’

‘Why, thank you. I suppose there is, old fellow. This is no small matter. I’d be obliged to you if we could get our heads together in the planning. With so many strands coinciding in our favour at this time, there’s not a moment to lose. Say, at four?’

Renzi arrived late for breakfast, tousled and bleary-eyed.

‘Why, you wicked dog! You’ve been up carousing half the night!’

‘Your jest is ill-timed, brother. In truth I’ve been wrestling with chapters and endings and . . . things, and nothing will answer that would satisfy. How can a character be a feckless rake, yet take our sympathy at one and the same time? It’s just not logically possible,’ he said bitterly.

He flopped into a chair, picked up a new local newspaper, the Cape Town Gazette, and distractedly leafed through it.

‘Himself in a taking over L’Aurore? I shouldn’t have thought it,’ he murmured, when Kydd said he was going to the flagship shortly.

‘Oh, just an enquiry,’ Kydd said casually. With Renzi’s attitude to Popham, he could see no reason that his friend should know of what was afoot until it was at a more mature stage of planning.

‘Then you’ll have time for a small discussion of Portrait, brother?’ Renzi said hopefully, closing the newspaper.

‘Not now, Nicholas,’ Kydd said absently, looking for his leather dispatch case. He found it and tested its lock with his fob key. ‘I have to, er, keep Mr Popham abreast o’ things, I find.’

Renzi’s eyebrows lifted at the sight of the dispatch case, normally used for the transfer of confidential materials, but he refrained from comment.

‘Right. To the first. How do we proceed from here?’ Popham said briskly, pulling out papers and looking encouragingly at Kydd. ‘I’ve questioned our American friend at some length and have discovered that for us things are looking better and better. It seems that not only are there few and poor military but their equipment and fortifications are in dolorous order. I’m content that what we are possessed of here will be sufficient to achieve the goal.’

He passed across some lists. ‘I don’t have to remind you, I consider this discussion and materials in perfect confidence between us. Surprise is everything.’

‘Of course.’

‘No one shall know until we have our full dispositions in the matter.’

‘You have my word.’

‘Not even that secretary chap of yours – what’s his name again?’

Kydd paused. ‘It’s Renzi. You’ve never really taken to him, have you, Dasher?’

‘Well, no,’ Popham said, straightening his cuff. ‘A little too much of the dark side about him. As one might say, he’s the air of a fox, too cunning by half. I’m actually intrigued as to why you have the fellow about you all the time.’

‘We’ve known each other for years. I’d trust him with my life,’ Kydd said steadily.

‘Quite. But not with planning confidences.’

‘As you wish,’ Kydd said, ‘but if I might make just one observation, Dasher?’

‘Fire away.’

‘Shall it be you who commands the expedition? Your experience in the military line is . . .’

‘It will be in the character of a joint venture, naval and military, as was the case with Cape Town.’

‘You’re not expecting General Baird to leave his governorship here to take command of a South American army?’

‘Sir David? No, not at all. But I have a special mission for you, my friend, the honour of co-opting our future general-in-command.’

‘I – I don’t understand you.’

‘You’re in the right of it. I’m a military tyro, no acquaintance to speak of in the planning of an army action. We’ve need of a field officer to advise, to render assistance in the promoting of the operation and so forth. It would