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THE SIXTH BOOK IN THE KYDD SERIES finds Thomas Kydd aboard
Cover painting by Geoff Hunt. Cover design by Panda Musgrove.
A KYDD SEA ADVENTURE
THE KYDD SEA ADVENTURES , BY JULIAN STOCKWIN
JULIAN STOCKWIN
MCBOOKS PRESS, INC. ITHACA, NEW YORK
Published by McBooks Press 2006 Copyright © 2005 by Julian Stockwin
First published in Great Britain in 2005 by Hodder and Stoughton A division of Hodder Headline
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Cover painting by Geoff Hunt. Cover and text design: Panda Musgrove.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Stockwin, Julian. Tenacious : a Kydd sea adventure / by Julian Stockwin. p. cm.
ISBN: 978-1-59013-119-0 (hardcover: alk. paper) ISBN: 978-1-59013-142-8 (trade paperback: alk. paper) 1. Kydd, Thomas (Fictitious character)—Fiction. 2. Great Britain—History, Naval—18th century—Fiction. 3. Seafaring life—Fiction. 4. Sailors—Fiction. I. Title. PR6119.T66T46 2006 823'.92--dc22
2006004000
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PROLOGUE
THE SOUND OF CARRIAGE WHEELS echoed loudly in the blackness of Downing Street. With a jangle of harness and the snorting of horses, the vehicle stopped outside No. 10 and footmen braved the rain to lower the step and hand down the occupants.
The Prime Minister, William Pitt, did not wait for the Speaker of the House of Commons, but Henry Addington knew his friend of old and smiled at his nervous vitality. 'Quite dished 'em in the debate, William,' he puffed, as he caught up and they mounted the stairs to the upper landing.
'It will hold them for now,' Pitt said briefly.
The sound of their voices roused the household. A butler appeared from the gloom, with a maid close behind. 'In here,' Pitt threw over his shoulder, as he entered a small drawing room. The maid slipped past with a taper, lit the candles, and a pool of gold illuminated the
'Oh, a bite of cold tongue and ham would answer,' Pitt said wearily, to the butler's query, then closed his eyes until the man had returned with brandy and a new-opened bottle of port. He poured, then withdrew noiselessly, pulling the doors closed.
'Hard times,' Addington offered.
'You think so, Henry? Since that insufferable coxcomb Fox rusticated himself I have only the French to occupy me.' He took a long pull on his port.
Addington studied the deep lines in his face. 'General Buonaparte and his invasion preparations?' he asked quietly.
There had been little else in the press for the last two months. Paris had performed a master-stroke in appointing the brilliant victor of Italy to the head of the so-called Army of England, which had beaten or cowed every country in Europe. His task now was to eliminate the last obstacle to conquest of the civilised world. Spies were reporting the rapid construction of flat troop-landing barges in every northern French port, and armies were being marched to the coast. Invasion of the land that lay in plain sight of the battalions lining those shores was clearly imminent.
'What else?' Pitt stared into the shadows. 'If he can get across the twenty miles of the Channel then ... then we're finished, of course.'