'But then we must attend to more stern questions.' These had to wait as the table was cleared and the brandy left, and the captain and his visitor had resumed their easy chairs.
'Stern questions?'
'Some might say of the first martial importance. You wish to be assured of the conduct of every member of your company in the event of a
'As a clerk? This is—'
'As a clerk, my quarters are strictly specified, and these are to attend upon my captain on the quarterdeck for the period of the engagement. I shall be there—this you may believe,' he said softly.
Kydd looked away, overcome.
'And if
Renzi was laying down terms for his continued existence in
He found the brandy and refreshed their glasses. 'Ye spoke of—preclusions, m' friend. Here is one!' Renzi regarded Kydd steadily. 'How can it be
It was said.
To Kydd's relief Renzi eased his expression. 'Do you not remember my time of exile in the company of Neptune's gentlemen? It was my comfort then to remark it, that the conditions were to be borne as a necessary consequence of such a sentence.
'I now take notice that there is a similarity: in like manner to your monk or hermit scratching away in his cell in his sublime pursuit of truth and beauty, there are conditions contingent on the situation that may have to be endured as price for the final object. Should I not have the felicity of voyaging in
'Fear not, dear fellow, I have years at sea that will inure me and, besides, this time I have a
'That's well said, Nicholas—but you, er, will need t' talk out y'r ideas, try out some words or so . . .'
'Indeed I will. We shall promenade the decks in deep discussion—as the disposition of the ship allows, of course—and should you be at leisure of an evening it would gratify me beyond words to dispute with you on the eternal verities. Yet . . .' Kydd's soaring hopes hung suspended '. . . we both have calls upon our time. It were more apt to the situation should we both inhabit our different worlds for the normal rush of events and perhaps rely otherwise on the well-tried rules of politeness—which places so much value on invitation, rather than crass assumptions as to the liberty of the individual to receive.'
Kydd smiled inwardly. This was no more than Renzi securing to himself the ability to disappear into his 'sanctum' when he desired to. 'By all means, Nicholas. Er, might I know y'r station f'r messin' . . . ?'
It was a delicate point. The need for a captain to keep his cabin and table clear for ship's business was unspoken, and therefore a standing arrangement for dining
'I have been led to believe that steerage will be open to me.' This was the open area below bounded on both sides by cabins and aft by the captain's quarters. It would be where the first lieutenant would hold court over the lesser officers—the master, surgeon and purser. The gunner, boatswain and carpenter had their own cabins forward.
'Why, this does seem a fine thing we've achieved this night,' Kydd enthused, raising his glass. 'Here's t' our success!'
Renzi gave an odd smile. 'As it will rise or fall by the caprice of your own ship's company,' he murmured.
'Aye. We'll find a way, Nicholas, never fear. So, let's drink.'
An apologetic knock on the door sounded clear. 'Come!' Kydd called.
It was the mate-of-the-watch. 'Sir, we have Lieutenant Standish here come t' join.' Behind him a figure loomed. Both streamed water; rain must have swept in unnoticed on the anchorage as they dined.
'L'tenant Standish? I hadn't thought ye'd join afore—'
'Sir. M' apologies and duty but I've been afire to be aboard since I heard I'm to be appointed.' His figure was large but indistinct in the darker steerage. 'Ah, I'm sorry, sir, I didn't know you'd got company.'
'Oh—that's no matter, Mr Standish. I'd like ye t' meet Mr Renzi. He's a learned gentleman who's takin' berth with us th' better to further his ethnical studies. In th' character of captain's clerk, as it were.'
Standish looked mystified from one to the other, but Renzi got quickly to his feet. He inclined his head to the newcomer, then turned to Kydd and said civilly, 'I do thank you for your politeness and entertainment, sir, but must now return below. Good night.'
'Y' see, sir?' Duckitt held out a horny palm. In it was a tiny pyramid of harsh dark grey particles, the early-morning light picking out in curious detail the little grains, smaller than any peppercorn. 'This is y' new cylinder powder—throws a ball jus' the same range wi' a third less charge,' he said.