It was good to see Bush again, to shake his hand in welcome as he hoisted himself in the darkness onto the Flame s deck. It was good to sit in the stuffy little cabin with Bush and Howard and Freeman as he told them about his plans for the morrow. It was wonderful to be planning action after that day of horrible introspection. Bush looked at him closely with his deep-set eyes.
Youve been busy, sir, since you came to sea again.
Of course, said Hornblower.
The last few days and nights had been a turmoil; even after the recapture of the Flame the business of reorganisation, the sessions with Lebrun, the writing of the despatches had all been exhausting.
Too busy, if youll pardon me, sir, went on Bush. It was too soon for you to resume duty.
Nonsense, protested Hornblower. I had almost a years leave.
Sick leave, sir. After typhus. And since then
Since then, interjected Howard, a handsome, dark, young-looking man, a cutting-out action. A battle. Three prizes taken. Two vessels sunk. An invasion planned. A midnight council of war.
Hornblower felt suddenly irritated.
Are you gentlemen trying to tell me, he demanded, glowering round at them, that Im unfit for service?
They quailed before his anger.
No, sir, said Bush.
Then be so good as to keep your opinions to yourselves.
It was hard luck on Bush, who, after all, was only making a kindly inquiry about his friends health. Hornblower knew it, and be knew how desperately unfair it was to make Bush pay for the miseries Hornblower had suffered that day. Yet he could not resist the temptation for the moment. He swept his glance round them again, forcing them to drop their gaze to the deck, and he had no sooner done it, no sooner obtained for himself this pitiful bit of self-gratification, than he regretted it and sought to make amends.
Gentlemen, he said, I spoke in haste. We must all have the most complete confidence in each other when we go into action tomorrow. Will you forgive me?
They mumbled back at him, Bush profoundly embarrassed at receiving an apology from a man who, in his opinion, was free to say what he liked to anyone.
You all understand what I want done tomorrowif tomorrow is the day? Hornblower went on.
They nodded, turning their eyes to the chart spread out in front of them.
No questions?
No, sir.
I know this is only the sketchiest plan. There will be contingencies, emergencies. No one can possibly foresee what will happen. But of one thing I am certain, and that is that the ships of this squadron will be commanded in a way that will bring credit to the service. Captain Bush and Mr. Freeman have acted with bravery and decision under my own eyes too often, and I know Captain Howard too well by reputation for me to have any doubt about that. When we attack Havre, gentlemen, we shall be turning a page, we shall be writing the end of a chapter in the history of tyranny.
They were pleased with what he said, and they could have no doubt regarding his sincerity, because he spoke from his heart. They smiled as he met their eyes. Maria, when she was alive, had sometimes made use of a strange expression about polite phrases uttered in order to get the recipient into a good humour. She referred to them as a little bit of sugar for the bird. That was what this final speech of his had been, a little bit of sugar for the birdand yet he had meant every word of it. No, not quitehe was still almost ignorant of Howards achievements. To that extent the speech was formal. But it had served its purpose.
Then we have finished with business, gentlemen. What can I offer you by way of entertainment? Captain Bush can remember games of whist played on the nights before going into action. But he is by no means an enthusiastic whist player.
That was understating the caseBush was the most reluctant whist player in the world, and he grinned sheepishly in acknowledgment of Hornblowers gentle gibe; but it was pathetic to see him pleased at Hornblowers remembering this about him.
You should have a nights rest, sir, he said, speaking, as the senior, for the other two, who looked to him for guidance.
I should get back to my ship, sir, echoed Howard.
So should I, sir, said Freeman.
I dont want to see you go, protested Hornblower.
Freeman caught sight of the playing-cards on the shelf against the bulkhead.
Ill tell your fortunes before we leave, he volunteered. Perhaps I can remember what my
gipsy grandmother taught me, sir.
So there really was gipsy blood in Freemans veins; Hornblower had often wondered about it, noticing his swarthy skin and dark eyes. Hornblower was a little surprised at the carelessness with which Freeman admitted it.
Tell Sir Horatios, said Bush.
Freeman was shuffling the pack with expert fingers; he laid it on the table, and took Hornblowers hand and placed it on the pack.
Cut three times, sir.
Hornblower went through the mumbo-jumbo tolerantly, cutting and cutting again as Freeman shuffled. Finally Freeman caught up the pack and began to deal it face upward on the table.