nevertheless solemnly pronounced that, âThe fate of the nation is in the hands of the Navy.â And he must be right: the war was as much the Royal Navyâs to lose as Napoleonâs to win. A faint-hearted admiral, a deceitful piece of intelligence to send a fleet in the wrong direction, any or all could ensure Bonaparte got the unfettered hours he needed.
Returning to the White Hart, Kydd found his chair and sat quietly, eyes closed, letting the tensions drain. In two days he would return to the Downs and take Teazer to war. Would she come through? Would he? The only thing that was certain was that the immediate future would test both himself and his ship to the limit. Half a million Frenchmen under arms opposed by just a few thousand storm-tossed seamen in worn ships . . .
âDo I intrude, brother?â Renziâs gentle voice interrupted his thoughts.
âOh, er, not so much, mâ friend,â Kydd said, opening his eyes. âRenzi, thereâs a matter I need to talk to you about, if yâ will.â It was coming out too stiffly but he had to say it. âThat is, it touches on the future, you see.â
âWhy, certainly,â Renzi said, sitting.
âIâveâitâs been an . . . interesting week. And now Iâm much clearer what is to be facing us.â
âAnd what is that, pray?â
âIf Bonaparte crosses, itâs nothing lessân a fight to the finishâthe last extremity, if you catch mâ meaning.â
âIf he crosses.â
âThe invasion fleet is readyânear a hundred thousand men in the first assault. Only the Navy to keep âem off. The first line oâ defence is ourselves, mâ friend, up against the French coast. If they break through us and launch their monstrous flotilla thereâs precious little to give âem pause before theyâre flooding ashore.â
âIf I may be so bold, dear fellow, might I observe that this agitation of spirit is quite unlike the Tom Kydd of yore?â Renzi said lightly, but his eyes were sombre.
âYouâve not heard what I have,â Kydd retorted grimly then caught himself. âNo, mâ point is this, that shortly Teazer is sailing into, um, uncertain times. Itâs possible weâll need to stand against Bonaparteâs whole armadaâand, mâ dear friend, Iâd rather I had no distractions, if you understand,â he said firmly.
âAm I to apprehend . . . ?â
âNicholas. Itâs a hard enough thing that I must place Teazer athwart their bows. Itâs hard, but itâs necessary. What is not so is that I put the life of a learned scholar to hazard.â
âAre youââ
âHear me, if you will. You must agree thereâs clerks a-plenty to be had, but not such a one whoâs as well a philosophical gentleman, one whose work mankind will soon surely set a value to.â Kydd faced Renzi squarely. âNicholas, Iâm asking that you take yâ books and remain ashore until this business is concluded.â
âThat will not be possible,â Renzi said immediately.
âPray why not?â
âGrant me that my sense of duty is as . . . consequential as your own. And for all that there is little enough I can do for my country in its extremity. All I ask is that I be allowed to continue in my post of duty to the satisfaction of my conscience.â
âItâa time might come thatââ
âAs we agreed in the beginning, if the ship is in imminent danger of boarding or some such, you may rest assured I will take up arms to defend it. As to the value of my carcass to posterity, you will allow me to be the judge of that.â
âNicholas, this is notââ
âDear chap, there is nothing further to discuss. Rather, your attention should be better reserved for the item addressed to you, so recently brought by messenger.â He found a slim packet and handed
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