Tenacious

'You know, we missed by a whisker bringing the French to battle while they were still at sea,' said Hayward reflectively. 'That day when we couldn't find 'em near Malta and thought they'd gone to the westward? It seems that those frigates we chased off were scouts ahead of their main fleet—while we were hove to in our council-of- war they crossed our wake.'

There were wry grins but several officers stared at the tablecloth and others had furrowed brows. Boyd broke the spell. 'Er, Kydd, were you not out in a boat at the Nile?'

The images rushed in. 'Aye, I was ...' But it was impossible to find the words to describe the events of that night and he ended muttering at his plate.

'I'll tell you a singular thing,' said a neat-featured man to the right. 'Innes, Swiftsure. After the Frenchy blew itself to kingdom come, Ben Hallowell, our Owner, thought to fish out of the sea a good stout length o' the Frenchy's mainmast. Then has the audacity to get Chips to make it up into a coffin, which he then presents to his admiral. And well received it was, by all accounts.'

'It was indeed,' Hayward agreed. 'Keeps it by him in his sea-cabin.'

'How singular,' murmured Renzi.

'But th' hero of our age!' Kydd said vigorously, glancing up to the table where the admiral held court among his noble admirers. He turned to Hayward. 'Our Nel—I've heard such cat-blash about his character. Is it true? How do you ...'

Hayward stroked his chin. 'A man of strong views and stronger convictions. And only two words will serve with him— 'duty' and 'honour.' Woe betide any officer who forgets himself in this particular—he's as merciless as Jove.

'Yet the men love him, and he feels his captains are, as Shakespeare has it in Henry V, a band of brothers. When he's to hand, you believe that nothing can fail. But this is not to say he ignores the lower orders—I've seen him climb the miz-zen shrouds to show a green midshipman the way, and you'll all have seen his order book filled the half over with instructions for the well-being of the lower deck.'

Innes turned to Hayward and asked, 'Has he married?'

'Yes, but I've never met the lady. I've heard he took her as a widow in the Caribbean. No children.'

Laughter gusted and swelled around them and the mood changed. 'Renzi, if you've been here before, pray tell us the essence of the place,' Innes said, abstracting the largest piece of roast hare.

'Ah—Naples. The seat of the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies, ruled by Ferdinand the Fourth, lately in treaty of amity with the French. The Queen is sister to Marie Antoinette, and has her views on the character of the French nation. The court has been termed grotesque and cruel, although the people adore their king—'

'Belay all that, if y' please,' Kydd interrupted pleasantly. 'Should we want t' step ashore, what diversions c'n we expect?'

'Naples? That Goethe considers the third city of the world? A tolerable number of diverting entertainments—we have Vesuvius, which swallowed the Roman Pompeii, an inordinate number of churches, arts and cultures—'

Kydd smiled ruefully at the others.

'—but in all this we have to remember that there are Jacobin spies on every corner, those who would slit a throat for two piastres and ladies who must be accounted the most rapacious of their species. And shameless ...' Renzi finished.

A sudden roar of acclamation went up from the table next to them as the officers lurched to their feet to raise their glasses to Nelson, who moved on and stood quite near Kydd. 'Wine with you, gentlemen!' he said, handing over his glass for refreshing. 'Our late victory owes all to my gallant band of officers, whose conduct was in the highest traditions of our Service. To the health of His Majesty!'

'Damnation to th' French, sir!' Warm with wine Kydd's elation was rising. 'Success attend ye always—an' in a bumper!'

Nelson gave a short bow and looked at him quizzically. Kydd had an impression of a deeply incised face haggard with fatigue, a slight, almost delicate body, flint-like gaze and febrile energy.

'Kydd, is it not? Aft through the hawse, and now an ornament to his profession.'

Speechless with pleasure, Kydd bowed awkwardly. 'Th-thank you, sir,' he stammered.

Officers scrambled to set their glasses a-brim. 'To you, Sir Horatio! And Old England's glory!'

Tenacious would have to wait her turn for repair at the Castellammare dockyard, a dozen miles across the wide bay. In the meantime there seemed no reason why the delights of the city should not be sampled.

'See Naples and die!' Renzi murmured, as the two friends stepped ashore. From the time of their adventures in Venice, Kydd had known that Renzi had been on the Grand Tour expected of the gentility and had visited many cities in Europe. He knew little more other than that he had been accompanied by a dissolute companion who had extended his education into areas Renzi refused to speak of, yet at the same time had also kindled in him a deep love of learning.

'How fine t' play the hero,' Kydd said, as they strode together down the broad seafront road. On every side passers-by waved and cheered, while women threw flowers over them. A Neapolitan officer stopped before them and bowed elegantly, rising with an elaborate gesture of welcome.

'Why, thank ye, sir,' Kydd said happily, seeing the pleased surprise on the officer's face at Renzi's gracious reply.

Beggars hobbled towards them and small boys ran up chanting. Kydd made to find a coin but Renzi pulled him on. 'These are the lazzaroni—if you give to one you'll have the whole city round your ears.' Leaving the seafront they went up into narrow streets past meat stalls, joiners working in the street, hucksters, pedlars, performers. After the purity of the sea every port had a characteristic smell for all sailors—that in Naples was compounded from the garlic-laden pasta cooking on every street corner, a universal underlying odour of fish and the ordure of horses.

'Where are we bound, Nicholas?' Kydd asked.