rather not run the risk of being found with such a paper - an almost certain prelude to being impaled and then fed to the lions and leopards. Above all on such a journey as we contemplate, to view the lions on their native heath. If you are not too tired, sir, after that cruel bout of what resembled sciatica but which may prove to be something I shall not say benign but at least more transitory and less malignant - if you are not too tired, may we speak of means, destination, mules, even God preserve us camels, guards, equipment, and of anything else that occurs to your far greater experience?’
‘I am not at all tired now, I thank you, after your wonderful draught, your capital poultice - which is still charmingly warm - and above all your comfortable words. But I do not think you mentioned a dragoman?’
‘No. Dr Jacob has spoken Arabic and Turkish from his childhood.’
‘Oh, very good,’ said the consul, bowing. ‘Indeed, far better. As for means, you may certainly draw on the consulate for a thousand pounds, if you think it safe to travel with so much gold. Where destination is concerned - and of course the necessary guide - we must look at a map. Horses, pack-mules, and for some stretches I believe camels, can undoubtedly be hired: I shall speak to my head groom. Guards may not be absolutely necessary, the Dey and his escort having so recently passed that way; but I should be sorry to see you set off without them.’
‘May I put in a word for Turks?’ asked Jacob, speaking for almost the first time. ‘They may not shine as rulers, but your medium Turk seems to me a very fine fellow. I have often travelled with them in the Levant.’
‘I quite agree with you, sir,’ said the consul. ‘According to my experience the Turk is a man of his word. Most of my guards are Turks. And now that I come to think of it, one of our people knows the nearer Atlas intimately well. When he was not working on the reports, records and correspondence here, he pursued the great wild boar, and various other creatures. And he was particularly well acquainted with the country round the Shatt el Khadna, where I believe the Dey intends to go.’
‘Do you refer to the young man who received us today?’
‘Oh Lord, no. The gentleman in question was secretary to the consulate. I am so sorry you had to see that youth: most of the Algerine clerks are absent, taking their families out of the city, and I had to put him at the desk. He is the son of an intimate friend, a late friend I am very sorry to say. He is nothing remotely like his father, he was sent away from school as a drunken, stupid, pragmatical ass - sent away although his father and grandfather had been there. So as his family intended him for a diplomatic career - his father had been ambassador in Berlin and Petersburg - they begged me to have him here for a while, so that he might at least learn the rudiments of the business: his mother, God bless her, had been given to understand that in Mahometan countries neither wine nor spirits were allowed, nor even beer. No, no: the former secretary of whom I was speaking was a scholar as well as a hunter and a botanist.’
‘Would he come with us at least part of the way, do you think?’
‘He would certainly go with you in spirit, I am sure. But a huge wild boar that he had wounded so mangled and ploughed up his leg that it mortified and had to be cut off. But he will certainly tell you of a wholly reliable guide.’
‘How homely it is, how agreeably familiar,’ said Stephen Maturin. They were sitting in a row on a high, grass-covered slope overlooking the range of country they had already traversed with Stephen on the left, Jacob in the middle and then the wholly reliable guide. ‘The same species of cistus, thyme, rosemary, various brooms, the same sweet-scented peonies here and there among them on the screes, the same homely rock-thrushes, wheatears and chats.’
‘Did the gentleman say homely?’ asked the guide in a discontented voice. He had long frequented the consulate and his English was remarkably good; but he was so used to astonishing foreigners with the wonders of his country that a lack of amazement angered him.
‘I believe he did,’ said Jacob.
‘In his home do they have those huge birds?’ He pointed to a group of griffon vultures circling on an upward current.
‘Oh yes,’ said Stephen. ‘We have many vultures, bearded, black, fulvous and Egyptian.’
‘Eagles?’
‘Certainly: several kinds.’
‘Bears?’
‘Of course.’
‘Boars?’
