then because of it.'
Adam's chin lifted. 'I shall be all right, Uncle. Lord Nelson said to me that England needs all her sons now -'
Bolitho stared. His father had said those same words when he had given him the old sword, which should have been Hugh's but for his disgrace. It was uncanny.
Adam continued, 'If one man can love another, then you have mine, Uncle. You know that already, but you may wish to remember it when others turn against you, which they will. I do not know the lady, but then I do not really know the Lady Belinda.' He looked down, embarrassed. 'In God's name, I am out of my depth!'
Bolitho walked to the windows and stared hard at the nearest ship's motionless reflection.
'She has my heart, Adam. With her I am a man again. Without her I am like a ship denied sails.'
Adam faced him. 'I believe this call to London is for you to settle matters. To clear the air.'
'By denying the truth?'
'It is what I think, Uncle.'
He smiled sadly. 'So wise a head on so young a pair of shoulders.'
Adam shrugged, and appeared suddenly vulnerable. Like the fourteen-year old midshipman who had once walked all the way from his home in Penzance to join Bolitho's
Adam said, 'At least we will keep one another company. I have more despatches from Lord Nelson.' He eyed him steadily. 'I am to carry you back to the squadron when your affairs in London are settled.'
Who had decided that, Bolitho wondered? Nelson himself, getting his own back on those who despised his infatuation with Emma Hamilton, and showing them he had a kindred spirit? Or someone more highly placed, who would use family unity to make him change his mind? He could still not accept that he was going to see Catherine again so soon. Even the news of a temporary French breakout seemed unimportant by comparison.
He recalled the others to the cabin and said, 'I shall require you to remain here in my absence, Stephen.' He shook his head to cool down the protests and added, 'I need you in
He saw understanding clearing the disappointment from the lieutenant's eyes.
Bolitho said, 'An ally, if you like, someone who will send me word if anything untoward happens.'
He looked at Yovell. 'Help the flag lieutenant all you can.' He forced a smile. 'A rock in stormy seas, eh?'
Yovell did not smile. 'I'm worried about
Bolitho looked at them. 'Good friends, all of you. But just now and then I have to act alone.'
He thought suddenly of the livid scar on SomervelPs neck. Was that what was intended to settle the matter? A duel?
He dismissed the idea immediately. Somervell was too anxious to please the King. No, it was to be a skirmish of a different kind.
He said, 'I shall take Allday with me.'
Adam clapped one hand over his hair and exclaimed, 'I am an idiot! I completely forgot it!' He pointed vaguely through the windows. 'I have taken young Bankart as my own coxswain! He marched aboard
'That was good of you, Adam.'
He grinned but it did not reach his eyes. 'Only right that one bastard should help another!'
The little brig
Haven had listened to the instructions without any show of surprise or excitement. Bolitho had impressed on him more than any other, that as flag captain it was his obliged duty to watch over the squadron, and not merely the affairs of his own command. He had also made it very clear that no matter what impressive plan Captain McKee of the frigate
After
But the vessel seemed as lively inboard as out, and Bolitho quickly noticed that there was a very relaxed feeling between afterguard and forecastle, and was secretly proud of what his nephew had done.
He was disturbed by the fact there had been no more news from Catherine and had told himself she was trying to keep up normal appearances until the gossip died, or was transferred to another. But it worried him nevertheless, especially after reading the one letter which had been sent by Belinda.
It was a cool, and what his mother would have called a
Once into the Western Ocean
Bolitho found time to pity the men of the blockading squadrons. Week in and week out they tacked up and down in all weathers, while the enemy rested safely in harbour and watched their every move. It was the most hated duty of all, as
The passage of twelve hundred miles from Gibraltar to Portsmouth was one of the liveliest Bolitho could recall. He spent much of the time on deck with Adam, shouting to each other above the roar of spray and wind as the brig spread her canvas to such a degree that Bolitho wondered why the sticks were not torn out of her.
It was exhilarating to be with him again, to see how he had changed from the eager lieutenant to a man in command. Who knew the strain of every piece of cordage and canvas, and could give confidence to those who did not. Sometimes he liked to quote Nelson, the hero he so obviously admired. His first lieutenant, quite new to Bolitho, had asked him nervously about reefing when the Biscay gales had sprung up suddenly like some fierce tribe.
Adam had called above the din, 'It is time to reef when you
Another time he had quoted his uncle when a master's mate had asked about getting the men fed, before or after changing tack?
Adam had glanced across at Bolitho and smiled. 'The people come first this time.'
Then into the Western Approaches and up the Channel, exchanging signals with watchful patrols, and then on a glorious spring morning they sighted the Isle of Wight. Five and a half days from Gibraltar. They had flown right enough.
Bolitho and Adam went to a smaller inn, and not the George, to await the
It had been like a tonic to see Allday with his son throughout the lively passage. Now they too were saying their farewells, while young Bankart remained with his ship and Allday boarded the coach. Bolitho protested that Allday had to be an outsider, because the coach was filled to capacity.
Allday merely grinned and looked scornfully at the plump merchants who were the other passengers.
'I want to see the land, Sir Richard, not listen to th' Heatings o' th' likes o' them! I'll be fine on the upper deck!'
Bolitho settled in a corner, his eyes closed as a defence against conversation. Several people had noticed his rank, and were probably waiting to ask him about