'Do you know that they did change their minds?'
'No, sir. Now I come to think of it, maybe that was why they was angry with Harris for killing the wounded officers after it was all over.'
'But when they broke into the Captain's cabin, didn't you hear what was said?'
'I was unconcherous at the time, sir.'
'You think Summers's story that they intended to take the ship without killing anyone might be true?'
'I do, sir. Summers is right that Captain Wallis thought everyone's 'and was plotting against him. The First Lieutenant was so frightened he never dared answer the Captain but with an 'aye aye, sir'. None of the officers ever had enough sleep from having to stand extra watches.'
'Why didn't you mention all this when you first gave evidence?'
'I never thought you gentlemen would believe me, sir, ' he said simply. 'I never 'eard tell of any captain like the Jocasta's. He was a tyrant, sir, an' that's a fact, and I thank you for hearing us out.'
Us. Weaver was not a mutineer, that was clear enough, and he obviously hated Summers and his cronies, but at that moment, as he described life on board the Jocasta under Wallis, ii was 'us'. The officers, warrant and petty officers, seamen and Marines; they had all been in the trap, all fighting to stay alive. Eight hours on and four off for the lieutenants; sixteen hours on watch out of the twenty-four, and even the total of eight off interrupted by the need to be on deck to witness the floggings. Us - yes, Ramage thought, Weaver's evidence is true; he's an honest man.
Weaver stepped back into the line and Edwards pointed at Perry.
'Do you deny taking part in murdering Captain Wallis?'
'No, sir.' Perry was not defiant nor, as far as Ramage could see, was he frightened. If anything he now seemed relieved that the whole story was out; as if Summers's evidence had been a confession for the three of them.
'Evidence has been given that you argued with Summers as to which of you gave Captain Wallis his death wound.'
'That's what Weaver said, sir, and he's part right. Only he was recovering from the bang on the head, and he didn't understand the meaning behind what I said. What we was arguing about, rather. Not that it matters now, ' he added with a shrug.
'What were you arguing about?'
'Well, sir, I'd just told Summers I'd saved his life, and he wouldn't admit it. You see, sir, I was carrying the irons we was going to use to secure the Captain: irons in one hand and cutlass in the other. Summers had the lantern and went in first and shouted to the Captain, but he came straight at us with a sword. He'd have done for Summers but I knocked the sword away and that gave Summers a chance to 'ave a chop at 'im. Caught his left shoulder, and 'e staggered, but 'e came back at us, an' that's 'ow 'e got killed.'
Perry had ended up in a rush of words, the aitches dropping in the excitement, and again the cabin was silent but for the squeaking of Gowers's pen, hurrying to catch up.
Then Captain Edwards said: 'Summers, does that agree with your recollection?'
'Yes, sir, except that I gave the Captain his death wound. Perry was trying to save me.'
The man was obviously hoping to take all the blame; there was no question of taking credit now.
'Perry, do you question any of Weaver's evidence?'
'No, sir, not now. Not after Summers put you right about not planning to kill the Captain an' officers in cold blood. We was just trying to save our backs - aye, an' our lives, too.'
In a sudden movement he pulled up his shirt and turned his back to the seated officers. 'Look! ' he said loudly. 'More'n two hundred lashes - an' not one of 'em for a real offence.' He turned again before the sentries had time to move. 'I never committed a real offence in all me days at sea. Four ships I served in a'fore the Jocasta, an' never a lash. More'n two hundred lashes Cap'n Wallis give me.'
Edwards nodded and pointed to Harris.
'Evidence has been given that you ran below after the ship was taken and murdered the wounded officers. Do you deny that?'
'No, sir. I was beastly drunk at the time. I was mortal ashamed of meself afterwards.'
'Of being drunk or murdering wounded men?' Edwards exclaimed angrily.
'Of the murdering, sir. But by the time I was sober again, t'was too late . . .'
'Do you disagree with any of the evidence against you?'
'Only that bit about me fetchin' an' carryin' for Summers, sir. I never did none of that. I was 'is aidy-dee-camp.'
For the next fifteen minutes Edwards questioned the three of them about their activities after the ship had been handed over to the Spanish, and their stories agreed. The Spaniards had given them rewards. Summers, Perry and the six members of the committee received the most, enough money to live on for eighteen months. The rest of the mutineers received enough to last for six months, providing they were careful. Summers estimated that seventy-five or more of the mutineers were trying to make a living at various ports along the Main: most were fishing or serving in coasting vessels. Others had learned some Spanish and managed to find jobs. The rest had signed on neutral ships. Perry had reckoned that he and Summers were the only two ringleaders to leave the Main.
'Why did you try to leave?' Edwards had asked.
'We couldn't stand the Dons no longer, ' Perry had said contemptuously. 'A lot o' 'eathens they are, what with all this burning incense and saints’ days an' 'Caramba this', and 'Caramba that'. Got so's we couldn't abide it no longer, an' all the streets like dungheaps. An' the priests always on at us, tryin' to make us into Catholics.'
Finally Edwards had called on each man in turn to make his defence against the charges. None of them had anything more to say. Summers, the first to be asked, had said he was guilty as charged, and that he now realized that no matter how tyrannical Captain Wallis had been, it was no excuse for mutiny and murder, but it was done . . .
The court was cleared and as the provost marshal shut the door Edwards gave a deep sigh and pushed his chair back. 'Well, that's goodbye to me ever getting my flag, but no one can say we haven't given the beggars a fair trial.'
Marden stood up and Ramage watched him pace round the cabin, his hands clasped behind his back and small enough to be able to walk without bending his head to avoid hitting the beams. 'How much do we believe?' Marden demanded and, gesturing at Gowers's pile of paper, added: 'And how much do we record in the minutes?'
Edwards sighed and said: 'I wish I knew. How much to record, that is. I'll have a word with the Admiral before Gowers writes his fair copy.'
The cabin seemed enormous to Ramage now that the prisoners and their escort had left. Its size was exaggerated by the few men left at the table. Five captains, he reflected, who have been looking back two years in time, using the uncertain telescope of men's memories. The minutes should give a detailed picture of the mutiny in the Jocasta and its causes - as detailed and true as question and honest answer could make it.
The answers, particularly from Summers, had been honest; he was sure of that, although far from certain why he was so sure. He believed Weaver, too. That use of 'us' was very significant: the Jocastas were united in their terror of Wallis even though they disagreed over how to do anything about it.
Now Edwards stood up and walked round to the front of the table, to where he could look at the other captains. He turned the witness's chair and sat down in it, crossing his legs and tapping his fingers on the hilt of his sword. He waited until Marden resumed his seat and then asked him flatly: 'What do you make of it all ?'
Marden said violently: 'I'll stand trial for saying it, but Sir Hyde Parker ought to be in the dock, not these men. As Commander-in-Chief he should have warned Wallis long ago. Sent him home, in fact.'
'If he knew, ' Edwards said.
'He knew all right.' Marden's voice was harsh now and his face drawn by strong emotion. 'Most of us who've been out here a few years had heard enough stories about Wallis. Now we know they were true. Not only true, but worse than we suspected. Far worse. And Sir Hyde knew; he's seen Wallis's journals with the figures for flogging. I only wish we had the latest one.'
'Well, everything we say here is secret, ' Edwards said, 'and just as well. However, ' he added quietly, 'we should guard our tongues.'
He looked across at Gowers. 'We'll consider our verdicts in a moment, but don't write your fair copy of the minutes until I give you the word.' Then he asked the captains: 'Have you any questions? Do you want Gowers to read the minutes of today's evidence? How about you, Teal?'
'I wish I was away on a cruise, ' Teal muttered, as though the words forced their way from his mouth. 'I wish I'd never heard a word of all this. I'll never trust a ship's company again! '
'Steady now! ' Marden said. 'Do you flog your men like Wallis did?'
'Of course not. A dozen lashes a month at most, and that's the same man who always gets regularly drunk: hoards his tot, knows he'll get a dozen if he's discovered, and regularly swills it down and then sits on the fo'c'sle in the lee of the belfry and sings bawdy songs at the bosun.'
'Nothing wrong with a man who sings bawdy songs at a bosun, ' Edwards muttered. 'Now, Banks, we haven't heard much from you. Any legal questions?'
Banks, junior of all the captains except for Ramage, shook his head. He was a shy man and not a little overawed by Edwards. 'I'm like Teal: it's hard to believe what we've just been hearing.'
'You, Ramage, ' Edwards said. 'If you'd had any you'd have spoken up, eh?'
'Yes, sir. Some of my questions were aimed at helping me with the next operation.'
'I noticed that. You'll have a copy of the minutes, though, and the Admiral's going to let you see the minutes of the other trials. We thought it wiser not to let you see them until we've reached a verdict on this one. Now, gentlemen, are you all ready to deliver your votes?'
A naval court martial was like the trial of a peer before the House of Lords, or the decision of the Privy Council: the junior voted first, followed by the rest in order of seniority, so that Edwards's vote would come last. The court's verdict would represent the majority of votes, and the system, so long a tradition, was intended to avoid a junior officer being influenced by a senior.
The four captains agreed they were ready.
'Read the charges again, Gowers, ' Edwards said.
As soon as the deputy judge advocate had finished, the president said: 'I shall first name the accused man and then you give your vote. This will be on all the charges, unless you choose to divide them up. Now, Ramage, I'll start with you. Do you find George Weaver guilty or not guilty?'
'Not guilty, sir.'
'Do you find Albert Summers guilty or not guilty?'
