H.M.S. COCKEREL

tell you, I have no orders for anyone in the Navy at this time!'

They had had orders, all contradictory. First, he'd been warned to ready his boats to aid in the evacuation of Balaguer, but before he could get that in writing, they were cancelled. Then it had been word to prepare to evacuate the batteries at Cape Bran and Fort St. Margaret… but others thought that a bad idea, for it would expose every ship in the Great Road to enemy fire, were they not held to the end.

'Does anyone have a clue what's happening?' a frustrated post-captain shouted after the Army aide-de-camp in exasperation. There' d been a constant stream of officers from the ships in harbour, captains and commanders, first lieutenants coming and going-mostly with word to shift their anchorages to the Great Road or the Bay of Toulon, wait for further orders, to prepare all their boats. But mostly, to wait.

'Christ, not in this raree show, there ain't,' Lewrie muttered.

'Anything but indecision,' a post-captain near Lewrie agreed in some heat. 'Anything but delay. High as I esteem Admiral Lord Hood… but perhaps the situation requires deliberate action. Careful thought and planning, else the evacuation will be a disaster.'

'Can't imagine why they'd start thinking now!' Lewrie sneered softly, his face bearing a sardonic grin. 'A bit late, that.'

'They are still our superior officers, sir,' the little fellow stiffened. Christ, it was Captain Nelson! 'In our hour of travail they deserve our unstinting support, sir. I know you, do I, sir?'

'Alan Lewrie, Captain Nelson,' he replied, stiffening himself in sudden wariness. 'Of the Cockerel frigate. Currently…'

' Naples!' Nelson smiled of a sudden. 'I heard of you from the Hamiltons. My predecessor to that delightful port.'

You get stuck into Lady Emma too, did you? Lewrie thought.

'Before that, sir, during the Revolution.'

'God, yes. Off Cape Francois?' Nelson enthused, recalling.

Dewey Lambdin

'Turk's Island, Captain Nelson, just a few weeks before the end of hostilities.'

'Uhm, yess, Turk's Island…' Nelson frowned. He'd come a rare cropper over that one, trying to retake the island from the Frogs, who'd garrisoned it with more men than Nelson had in his entire ad-hoc squadron. A squadron he had no right to assemble or lead. 'Brig o' war… Shrike, was it not, sir? And your captain was grievously wounded.'

'Aye, sir, still in the Navy, though. All thanks to your speaking to Lord Hood on his behalf. Captain Lilycrop? Lost the leg, but he's in the Impress Service, made 'post.' I never did get the opportunity to express my undying thanks for your kind deed, sir. I do so now, sir.' He threw in a bow, leg extended, his hat upon his breast.

And maybe he'll forget the strip he was about to tear off mine arse for mouthing off, Alan hoped to himself.

'And mine to you, Lieutenant Lewrie; for preparing the ground, so to speak, in Naples, with His Majesty King Ferdinand,' Nelson replied with an equal bow. He stepped closer and took Lewrie's hand. 'Sir William, Lady Emma, Acton, His Majesty-all spoke highly of you.'

'They are all well, sir, and thriving? Including Queen Maria Carolina? I did not have the opportunity to meet her, but…'

'Delivered of a healthy heir, sir, I am quite happy to relate, soon after your departure. Aye, well and thriving. Personally, that is. Though our impending defeat here will be no cause for delight with the Neapolitans. Enthusiastic allies… perhaps too enthusiastic to be firm, or steady, allies,' Nelson gloomed. 'Like many Mediterraneans, possessed of the ability to elate or despair, in equal measure.'

'Do we get their troops away with no further losses, sir, then I am certain Sir William Hamilton and Lady Emma may buck their enthusiasms up again,' Lewrie grinned.

'Aye, I dare say!' Nelson chuckled, lifting on the balls of his feet with an enthusiasm of his own. 'An amazing woman, Lady Emma. So many-faceted, like a precious gem.'

He did get the leg over, Lewrie speculated.

'Such perspicacity in a female, such wit and charm, and how well she wields her influence, so subtly,' Nelson raved on.

Aye, nailed her!

'So talented. Were you a guest at Palazzo Sessa, sir? And view her 'Attitudes'? Oh, you had to sleep aboard your ship… too bad. The Hamiltons were most gracious to me. The Duke of Sussex was to visit in Naples, his guest suite was prepared, yet they lodged me in it. And Sir William informed me… I was quite thunderstruck by this… that in all the years he'd been plenipotentiary to the Kingdom of Naples, I was the very first naval or military officer ever granted such of his hospitality, can you imagine?' Nelson blathered on, seeming to preen.

The short ones always do, Lewrie thought, keeping a straight face: Nelson, that Frog Buonaparte. God, I'd love to get those two together-it'd be a cat fight, no error!

'And I avow, sir,' Nelson said with a determined, wistful air, 'as I wrote to my dear wife Fanny… that Lady Emma is a credit, sir, to the station in life to which she has been raised.'

Ah, no… he didn't, after all, Lewrie smirked in secret.

'Captain Nelson, do you have any notion where the Cockerel frigate may be? We've been detached ashore since mid-September, with no communications with her. Under the circumstances, we should be…'

'Standing-off and -on, without Cape Sepet, the last I saw of her, Lieutenant Lewrie,' Nelson informed him. 'But that was days ago. You mean to tell me, your captain, in all that time, has not communicated with you? But I've seen her lying at anchor in the Great Road, quite nearby! Oh, she was off with Admiral Gell to Vado Bay, with the Royalist French Squadron, but she returned days ago, after the Austrians… well. The Austrians.' Nelson sighed petulantly, pulling at his long, fair nose.

'Dear as I'd wish to return to her, sir, well, there're the Royalists I have with me,' Lewrie explained, summarising his recent duties with de Crillart and his gunners, the families now assembling, dependent upon him, their crying need for evacuation.

'Ah, word at last, perhaps,' Nelson broke off as the doors to a large salon opened, and the senior officers were summoned inside. 'Do come with me, Lieutenant. It is sure to be informative.'

'Gentlemen, it is unanimously resolved,' Admiral Lord Hood began to speak-tall, beaky, hunched and weary- looking, wearing a floured periwig with elaborate horizontal side curls tumbling past his ears, a famous nose, riper and fuller than even Il Vecchio Nasone-'by all the allied representatives, and by the Committee for War which represents the native Toulonese, that our enterprise here is doomed to failure.'

He went on to encapsulate the present situation, the command the Republicans now held over the forts, the harbour and the roadsteads.

'A few months ago I wrote London that, had I but five or six thousand men, Toulon could not only be held, but could serve as base of operations for an invasion of the entire Midi, the south of France. The Republicans, however, have… according to the intelligence which we have gleaned from various deserters or prisoners… over 45,000 men opposing us. And sadly, even should we, through force of arms, claim back those redoubts which were lost last evening, well… the situation in which we find ourselves would be no less parlous, anent another assault upon us from the French of even greater strength. So… we must evacuate Toulon. Orders are being drafted now for military units. Pray, allow me to refer to the map… the redoubt and lunette of Pharon, below the French positions, will be abandoned. Troops there are to retire to the forts of Artigues and St. Catherine, and will hold them as long as is humanly possible, to deny the Republicans entry to the town. The major redoubts of both the Great and Little Antoines on the nor'west mountain shall also evacuate. As will the St. Andre', the Pomet… Fort Millaud and the powder mills. And once the guns are toppled or spiked, all troops at Forts L'Eguil-lette and Balaguer will cross the Gullet to Fort La Malgue and St. Louis, at its foot.

'At present, Fort Malbousquet and Fort Missicy still daunt Republican troops from entering the city from the west. They shall be held,' Admiral Hood insisted with a stern glower at the clutch of senior Army officers to his right. 'All outlying posts to the east will be abandoned. We intend to begin evacuating the wounded from the Infirmarie and the Hopital de la Charite at once. First to Fort La Malgue, thence down to the water fort, St. Louis, and embark in cutters and barges to such vessels of the Fleet as have space for them and the means to care for