The King`s Coat

never drink to, even if she were unknown to us. That you slander a lady of our acquaintance is a shameful example of your lack of wit and manners. I trust your regiment is not known for it.' Keith kept a firm hand on Lewrie's wrist as he spoke after seeing the flush of anger on his face. ’Good night, sirs,' Keith finished, almost dragging Lewrie off for the door. 'Come on, damn you! I am ordering you, lieutenant to midshipman, not as your friend, you little idiot!' he whispered. ’I should have known the Navy would go all pious on us,' Wyndham sneered, flinging his wineglass at them. 'Tawdry lot of Bartholomew Babies! Aye, drag his cowardly cooler out of this place before he might have to blaze with me. What he says he did, and what he really did, are two different things. Just like the Navy-' Wyndham guffawed. ’Warren, I am ordering you to sit down and shut up!' the captain said, grabbing Wyndham's arm while the other lieutenants and ensigns looked on. ’Are you calling me a coward, sir?' Alan turned abruptly and shook off Ashburn's hand. 'Talk of the wine table is no reason for meeting,' the little ensign said. 'I am sure Warren does not really mean-’

‘Don't tell me anything, Ames!' Wyndham snarled. ’Being ill-received by the young lady in question is no reason to provoke a duel, either,' Ashburn said. 'Perhaps his pride is pinching him. Let's allow him to sleep it off, shall we?’

‘Fuck you, you cod's-head!' Wyndham said. 'Yes, I think that Mister Lewrie is a coward! A coward and a liar and a manfucking Molly, just like everybody else in the Navy is a bugger in disguise-’

‘Warren!' from the ensign named Ames. ’And I think his precious Lucy Beauman is a poxy whore… ’

‘We need to meet, sir,' Alan replied icily in the shocked silence that followed Wyndham's accusations. The onlookers gave a groan, whether of pain or delight it was hard to tell. ’Alan!' Ashburn barked in his best quarterdeck voice. 'No, Keith. There's been enough,' Alan said, stepping back up to the table. 'I, sir, consider you a piss-proud cully. You're a butcher's dog with no nutmegs for a real fighting regiment. You're a bastardly guJlion with a Cambridge fortune, and a great damme-boy with your fellow bucks, but you're the pigignorant git of a threepenny upright.. ‘.

Alan had always been able to wound with the choice word, and he must have stung something in Wyndham's background. The young man blazed up and, without thinking, slapped him hard across the face. ’Excellent,' Lewrie said. 'A slur on my character, a slur on the innocence of a young lady, and striking a gentleman. The sooner the better, as far as I am concerned, sirs.’

’You will witness that he scoured me beyond all temperance,' Lieutenant Wyndham declared. 'Captain O'Boyle, I request that you arrange this for me.’

’I must talk to the major, Warren,' 0' Boyle muttered. 'But I'll tell you you're a God-cursed fool for doing this. ’

‘Lieutenant Ashburn, would you negotiate for me?' Alan said. ’Aye, and what weapons would you prefer, Mister Lewrie?’

‘Naval cutlasses,' Lewrie decided after a long moment. 'That's no weapon for a gentleman to use. Why don't we blaze?' Wyndham sneered. ’A man who would strike another can have no objections, can he?' Ashburn said. 'Captain O'Boyle, your party has issued a mortal and grievous series of slanders, sir. The choice of weapons, and the place, is ours, is it not?’

‘Aye, even by the Irish Code,' O'Boyle admitted. ’I shall communicate with you further, sir, after my principal and I have informed our commanding officers,' Ashburn promised. ’I shall await you, sir,' O'Boyle said with a bow.

There are 365 beaches on Antigua, one for every day of the year for a sybarite intent on enjoying the gifts of sun and wind and water. Lewrie's coach rolled up to the low overlook at one of them on the north end of the island two days later, just at low tide, when the sand would be firm underfoot. He had with him Keith Ashburn, a naval surgeon, and Captain Osmonde of the Marines, formerly of Ariadne and now captain of Marines in the eighty-gun Telemachus. Osmonde had drilled Lewrie hard for those two days to get him in shape.

Wyndham and his party were already waiting; 0' Boyle his second, a regimental surgeon and his friend Ames. There was also an Army officer from the garrison, a Major Overstreet, who would referee. There was a small fire burning, and the regimental surgeon's tools and instruments were already boiling to lessen the shock of cold steel to the flesh of the loser. ’Admiral Matthews gave me a message, Mister Lewrie,' Osmonde said as he flicked some invisible dirt from his uniform after they had stepped down. ’Aye?' Alan asked, ice-cold and already very thirsty. 'While he deplores the idea of dueling, he deplores the insult to his niece even more. I doubt if your feelings matter to him… but he told me to tell you that his hopes are with you. ’

‘That was kind of him, sir,' Alan said, disappointed. 'For a while I thought he would not allow us to meet.’

’I think their commander tipped the scales, smug little bastard. Thought Miss Beauman was a common dell, no matter who her uncle was.' Osmonde laughed without humor. 'The lad's built like a young bull.’

He indicated the enemy below on the beach-Lieutenant Wyndham was a thick and stocky fellow, bluff and hardlooking. ’Somewhat of a duellist. Fought two with pistols, killed his man both times. Only once with a blade, won it but no fatality. ’

‘You do little to reassure me, sir,' Alan said. A servant offered him a mug of small beer, which he drank at greedily. ’Keep nothing on your stomach,' Osmonde advised. 'It will sour on you soon enough and turn heavy as lead.’

’Aye, sir.’

’Wet your lips and tongue but don't swallow much. I know that thirst, boy, but you can have all you want to drink once this is over,' Osmonde cautioned. 'Hopefully… ’

‘Aye, sir,' nodding, hoping and praying that was so. ’One thing in your favor I have learned,' Osmonde said as they descended the overlook to the beach. 'Your foe is very fond of the bottle. Puts it down like small beer, and he's spent the last five weeks aboard ship doing nothing but getting cupshot and lying about. He's been ashore less than a week, and the heat is affecting him. Now you're recovered from the Yellow Jack, you've been riding hard, fencing hard, kept yourself fitter than him. I'd wear him down. Fend him off, 'ti! he begins to drag. Were you fencing with the usual choice of weapon, he might still have the stronger and quicker wrist, but a navy cutlass will wear him down fast enough.’

’Yes,' Alan intoned, barely hearing Osmonde for the rush of blood in his head and the sound of his breath rushing in and out so full of life. Why did I want to defend the silly mort, he thought queasily. I've no honor, and everybody seems to know it. ’I trust that you have become a dangerous man, Mister Lewrie,' Captain Osmonde said, pumping his hand. 'And my best wishes to you.’

Lewrie shed his uniform and undid his neckcloth, tossing it aside. He took a deep breath and enjoyed the sight of the gulls wheeling over their cove-sheltered beach, the play of sun on the bright green water. He shook himself all over to loosen his tenseness. This is what comes of getting involved with a chicka-biddy young girl. I should stick to whores. ’Gentlemen,' Major Overstreet called them together. 'That a blow was struck, and grievous insults exchanged notwithstanding, they were brought about by strong drink, and can be excusable. I charge both of you now, is there no way to settle this quarrel without recourse to steel?’

‘Only if Lieutenant Wyndham publicly recants his slurs on the lady in question, his slurs on me, and apologizes for striking me, sir,' Alan stated as calmly as he could, feeling trapped and knowing in his heart that it was not going to be that way. He could see the swaggering, superior way Wyndham glared at him. ’I stand by my statements, sir,' Wyndham replied. Overstreet sighed. 'Then it is my sad duty to allow you to proceed. The weapons chosen by the aggrieved party are naval cutlasses. You shall both draw a weapon which your second shall offer you. You shall separate to the red pegs, which are five paces apart. You shall salute each other at my command, then take what guard you will and advance to touch blades. On my count you shall begin. I shall say one, and two, and three, begin. The duel shall continue until such time as one party has received his third cut. At that time I shall call you to cea.

e. Should honor be deemed satisfied, the duel will end. Should you not feel that your cause has been redeemed, your seconds shall inform me and the duel shall continue until such time as one or both of you has fallen. A disarm shall be considered a touch. Should either of you advance threateningly before my count, or fail to halt after the third cut at my call, or if one of you attempt to strike the other after disarming the other, the second of the offended party and I shall shoot him down. Do you wlderstand?' They both nodded, grim and pale. 'Then take your weapons, please.’

Lewrie went to his peg, where Ashburn stood. He offered him a cutlass hilt-first. 'Pray God for you, Alan,' Keith