He raised his glass.
I give you a toast, gentlemen, he said, to the three officers whose careful attention to duty and whose marked professional ability resulted in the destruction of a dangerous enemy.
Bush and Montgomery and the two midshipmen raised their glasses and drank with enthusiasm, while Mound and Duncan and Freeman looked down at the tablecloth with British modesty; Mound, taken unawares, was blushing like a girl and wriggling uncomfortably in his chair.
Arent you going to reply, Mr. Mound? said Montgomery. Youre the senior.
It was the Commodore, said Mound, eyes still on the tablecloth. It wasnt us. He did it all.
Thats right, agreed Freeman, shaking his gipsy locks.
It was time to change the subject, thought Hornblower, sensing the approach of an awkward gap in the conversation after this spell of mutual congratulation.
A song, Mr. Freeman. We have all of us heard that you sing well. Let us hear you.
Hornblower did not add that it was from a Junior Lord of the Admiralty that he had heard about Freemans singing ability, and he concealed the fact that singing meant nothing to him. Other people had this strange desire
to hear music, and it was well to gratify the odd whim.
There was nothing self-conscious about Freeman when it came to singing: he simply lifted his chin, opened his mouth, and sang.
A very good song, and very well sung, said Hornblower.
Montgomery was trying to catch his eye.
Will you excuse me, sir? he said. I have the second dogwatch.
That sufficed to break up the party; the three lieutenants had to return to their own ships, Bush wanted to take a look round on deck, and the two midshipmen, with a proper appreciation of the insignificance of their species, hastened to offer their thanks for their entertainment and take their departure.
That was quite the right sort of party, thought Hornblower, watching them gogood food, lively talk, and a quick ending. He stepped out into the stern gallery, stooping carefully to avoid the low cove overhead. At six oclock in the evening it was still broad daylight; the sun had not nearly set, but was shining into the gallery from right aft, and a faint streak beneath it showed where Bornholm lay just above the horizon. The cutter, her mainsail pulled aft as flat as a board, passed close beneath him as she turned close-hauled under the stern with the three lieutenants in the sternsheets going back to their shipsthe wind was northwesterly again. The young men were skylarking together until one of them caught sight of the Commodore up in the stern gallery, and then they promptly stiffened into correct attitudes. Hornblower smiled at himself for having grown fond of those boys, and he turned back into the cabin again to relieve them of the strain of being under his eye. Braun was waiting for him.
I have read through the newspapers, sir, he said. Lotus had intercepted a Prussian fishing-boat that afternoon, and had released her after confiscating her catch and taking these newspapers from her.
Well?
This one is the Königsberger Hartunsche Zeitung, sir, published under French censorship, of course. This front page is taken up with the meeting at Dresden. Bonaparte is there with seven kings and twenty-one sovereign princes.
Seven kings?
The kings of Holland, Naples, Bavaria, Württemberg, Westphalia, Saxony, and Prussia, sir, read Braun. The Grand Dukes of
No need for the rest of the list, said Hornblower. He peered at the ragged sheets and found himself, as usual, thinking what a barbaric language German was. Bonaparte was clearly trying to frighten someoneit could not be England who had faced Bonapartes wrath without flinching for a dozen years. It might be his own subjects, all the vast mass of western Europe which he had conquered. But the obvious person for Bonaparte to try to cow was the Tsar of Russia. There were plenty of good reasons why Russia should have grown restive under the bullying of her neighbour, and this supreme demonstration of Bonapartes power was probably designed to frighten her into submission.
Is there anything about troop movements? asked Hornblower.
Yes, sir. I was surprised at the freedom with which they were mentioned. The Imperial Guard is at Dresden. Theres the First, the SecondBraun turned the pageand the Ninth Army Corps all mentioned. They are in Prussiaheadquarters Danzigand Warsaw.
Nine army corps, reflected Hornblower. Three hundred thousand men, I suppose.
Theres a paragraph here which speaks of Murats reserve cavalry. It says there are forty thousand men, superbly mounted and equipped. Bonaparte reviewed them.
An enormous mass of men was obviously accumulating on the frontier between Bonapartes Empire and Russia. Bonaparte would have the Prussian and Austrian armies under his orders too. Half a million mensix hundred thousand menthe
imagination failed to grasp the figures. A vast tide of humanity was piling up here in eastern Europe. If Russia failed to be impressed by the threat, it was hard to believe that anything could survive the onrush of such a mass of men. The doom of Russia appeared to be sealed; she must either submit or be destroyed. No continental nation yet had successfully opposed Bonaparte, although every single one had felt the violence of his attack; only England still withstood him, and Spain still fought on although his armies had ravaged every village and every valley in the unhappy peninsula.