'None needed. All men are different. I once took off a seaman's leg and he didn't even whimper. Then he thanked me for saving his life. Another damned me to hell for sewing up his head after a fall from aloft. I have seen and heard everything, from quarterdeck to the lowliest mess.' He yawned. 'Why do we do it? Why do you do it, Sir Richard? You have given so much for your country. You must realize the consequences of staying at sea year in and year out? There is an inevitability about it which cannot be ignored or silenced.' 'Death?'
Tuson replied, 'There can be worse things than death.' He added, 'I shall leave you now, it seems your captain is here anyway.'
Keen sat down beside the cot and asked, 'How is it, sir?'
Bolitho tried to push his despair into the darkness. It was important, maybe vital, how he replied.
'I saw some light, Val. The pain is less, and as soon as I have had a shave I shall be more of a man again.'
Keen said, 'Thank God.'
Bolitho found his arm. 'And thank you, Val, for saving us.' He clenched his other hand into a fist to contain his emotion. 'Tell me what you are doing.'
When Tuson returned he found them both in deep conversation. He said sternly, 'This must cease, gentlemen!'
Bolitho held up his hand. 'A moment more, you impatient sawbones!'
To Keen he said, 'Finish watering then, and we shall make haste to gather the squadron. Jobert had tried to scatter our strength, destroy our ability to follow his movements. Like you, I feel it is near the time for his next move. Send Yovell to me.' He heard Tuson tutting. 'And I'll have my own report sent with Supreme?
Almost to himself he said, 'I was with Hallowes when he died. Both legs gone. He had promise, that one.'
Bolitho laid his head on the pillow and tried to move his eyelids beneath the bandage. He could hear Keen and the surgeon whispering outside the door and suddenly wanted to get out of the cot, to go on deck and make as if he was the same as before.
Keen was saying, 'But in truth, will he recover?'
'And in honesty I do not know. I would have said it was hopeless, but with him I am not so sure.' He shook his head. 'He's like a ship in a storm, suddenly bent on its own destruction. It seems as if nothing can stop him.'
Keen saw Allday carrying a bowl of hot water and a razor. He had heard what Tuson had said to Bolitho about terrible odds against survival. He touched his side and felt the wound beneath his shirt. First one, then the other. Now Hallowes was gone.
He hesitated by the little cabin with its scarlet-coated sentry. Then he tapped on the door and stepped inside as she called on him to enter.
She was sitting on the big chest, the gown he had bought from the Genoese trader spilled across her lap, filling the place with light. She looked at him and said quietly, 'It is lovely. So good of you. You are a kind man.'
She laid it carefully across the cot and stood up. She had been crying, for Bolitho, for them, he could not tell.
She said, 'You have done so much, and I have nothing to give you.'
She turned away abruptly and when she faced him again he saw that her shirt was unbuttoned to her waist. Very deliberately she took his hand, her eyes fixed on his with a kind of defiance, then she pulled it inside her shirt and pressed it to her breast.
Keen did not move and felt the rounded skin beneath his hand burning into him, consuming him.
Then she did lower her eyes and said in a small voice, 'That is my heart. Now I have something to give. It is yours for as long as you will it.'
Then with equal gravity she withdrew his hand and closed the shirt.
Someone was shouting on the poop, and feet clattered on a ladder. But for just a few more seconds they stood motionless together.
Then she said, 'Go now. They must not see us like this.'
He stooped and kissed her lightly on the forehead and then left the cabin.
For a long while afterwards the girl stood watching the closed door, her hand touching her breast as he had done. Then she said softly, 'Indeed I do love thee too.'
In two days the ships had completed taking on fresh water and with a brisk southerly wind to speed their passage they soon left the islands astern.
Keen had watched as Supreme, her shot holes crudely patched, her pumps still cranking, had cleared the anchorage and headed for open water. At the head of that same beach several of her company had been buried, including Lieutenant Hallowes. It was a sad parting, Keen had thought.
On the fifth day, with Rapid in the lead, they entered the Golfe du Lion.
Keen was walking the quarterdeck, his chin sunk in his neckcloth and deep in thought when the masthead sighted a sail. It was soon identified as Barracouta-the squadron would be one again.
But today was also special for Bolitho, and down in the cabin he was seated in his high-backed chair, breathing deeply as Ozzard opened one of the stern windows and his assistant Twigg put a cup of coffee in his hand.
Bolitho listened to the sea and the creak of the rudderhead. The ship was alive around him. He heard Allday speaking with Yovell, Ozzard bustling about. They were so bright. Did they think they could deceive him?
He heard Tuson enter the cabin, the soft, bare-footed step of the girl who was with him.
Tuson put down his case and said, 'Plenty of light today.'
Bolitho nodded. 'We have sighted a ship, I believe?'
Tuson grunted. 'Barracouta, sir.'
Bolitho tried not to show his dismay. Keen had not come to tell him. Even he thought it was over. He gripped the arms of the chair and said, 'Then Captain Inch will not be far away.'
He listened to his voice, his empty words. But he would play their game too. Not give in to his true thoughts.
'Now then.' Tuson moved the bandage slightly and began to unwind it. 'Keep your eyes shut until they have been bathed.' He was breathing hard, concentrating so that it was almost physical. The bandage went and Bolitho was aware of the complete silence around him. A warm pad dabbed at his eyelids, and for an instant a jab of pain shot through him.
Tuson saw him recoil and said, 'In a moment I'll tell you-'
Bolitho held out his hand. 'Are you here? Zenoria?' He felt her grasp his hand between hers.
He said, 'I want you to be the first one I see, not these ugly characters!'
She laughed, but he recognized the anxiety.
Tuson said flatly, 'In your own time, sir.'
Bolitho touched his left eye then his right with his fingers. He could feel himself holding her hands so hard he must be hurting her. He gritted his teeth together. He tried again, but was suddenly afraid.
Tuson said, 'Now, sir, if you please.'
Bolitho gasped aloud as the eyelids opened. It was as if they had been stitched down and were tearing themselves apart. Vague, distorted lights beamed past him from the stern windows, shadows too, but there was light.
Tuson was ready, another soft pad forcing moisture into each eye. They stung once more but Bolitho saw the pale oval of the girl's face, the checkered floor covering, something shining. He craned his head around, not caring how he looked, straining with desperation as he tried to focus on something familiar.
Then he turned back to the girl, who was kneeling by his chair. Her eyes, which he remembered so well, were shining up at him and her lips were parted in a smile, encouraging him.
Tuson seemed to be behind the chair. He put one hand over Bolitho's left eye.
Bolitho said, 'Not too clear yet.'
'There will be discomfort, but the liquid I am using will clear it eventually. Now look at the girl, sir.'
Bolitho could sense the others watching, not daring to move. He felt his lips cracking into a smile. 'That is a pleasure indeed.' He saw her flinch under his one-eyed stare but she said, 'Bless you, sir.'
Bolitho whispered, 'My captain is a lucky man.'
Tuson placed a hand over his right eye and said remorselessly,
'Now the left.'
