than a year. Nevertheless he had insisted on managing the
flight to London, instead of letting Temeraire carry Jane
with Laurence, and was now paying for his pride with nearprostration; he had done nothing but sleep since their
arrival, the afternoon before.
"Then try and take a little while I am here, for my
comfort," Jane said, and stepped back to the clearing's
edge to keep her best coat and trousers from being
spattered by the fresh-butchered sheep carried hurriedly
over by the covert herdsmen, and hacked apart directly in
front of Excidium's jaws, which ground methodically away at
the joints of meat as they were put in his mouth.
Laurence took the opportunity of escaping her company for a
moment, and went to the neighboring clearing where
Temeraire was busily engaged, despite the early hour, with
his two sand-tables, upon the letter. He was working upon
an account of the disease, and its treatment, which he
meant to send to his mother in China, with Mr. Hammond as
his proxy, against the danger that a similar outbreak might
one day there occur. "You have made that Lung look more
like Chi," he said severely, casting an eye over the work
of his coterie of secretaries: Emily and Dyer, who had been
disgruntled to learn that their promotion to the exalted
rank of ensign had not relieved them of all responsibility
of schoolwork, and with them Demane and Sipho, who were at
least at no greater disadvantage learning Chinese script
than anyone else would have been.
Laurence thought, abruptly, he might have asked her the
other day, after they had disposed of the fate of the boys.
They had been closeted alone together, without
interruption, nearly an hour; that, at any rate, would have
been a more opportune moment to speak, barring any scruple
at introducing a subject so intimate in the precincts of
her office. Or he might have spoken yesterday night, when
they had left the dragons sleeping and retired together to
the barracks-house; or, better still, he ought to have
waited some weeks, until the settling of this first furious
bustle of activity after their arrival: hindsight serving
powerfully to show him how he might better have forwarded
the suit he had not wholly intended to make.
Her rejection had been too practical, too quick, to give
him much encouragement to renew his addresses, under any
future circumstances. In the ordinary way, he should have
considered it as forming a necessary end to their
relations, but the mode of her refusal made it seem mere
petulance to be wounded, or to insist on some sort of
moralizing line. Yet he was conscious of a lowering
unhappiness; perhaps in turning Catherine's advocate
towards the state of matrimony, he had become his own, and
without quite knowing had set his heart upon it, or at any
rate his convictions.
Temeraire finished his present line upon the sand-table,
and lifting his foreleg away to let Emily carefully
exchange it with the second, caught sight of Laurence. "Are
you going?" he inquired. "Will you be very late?"
"Yes," he said, and Temeraire lowered his head and peered
at him searchingly. "Never mind," Laurence said, putting
his hand on Temeraire's muzzle. "It is nothing; I will tell
you later."
"Perhaps you had better not go," Temeraire suggested.
"There can be no question of that," Laurence said. "Mr.
Roland, perhaps you will go and sit with Excidium this
afternoon, and see if you can convince him to take a little
more food, if you please."
"Yes, sir. May I take the children?" Emily said, from the
advanced age of twelve, meaning Demane and Sipho, the older
of whom lifted his head indignantly at the name. "I have
been teaching them how to read and write in English, in the
afternoons," she added importantly, which filled Laurence
with anticipatory horror at the results of this endeavor,
as Emily's penmanship most often resembled nothing more
than snarled thread.
"Very good," he said, consigning them to their fate, "if
Temeraire does not need them."
"No; we are almost finished, and then Dyer may read to me,"
Temeraire said. "Laurence, do you suppose we have enough
mushroom to spare, that we may send a sample with my
letter?"
"I hope so; Dorset tells me that they have managed to find
a way to cultivate the thing, in some caves in Scotland, so
what remains need not all be preserved against future
need," Laurence said.
The carriage was old and not very comfortable, close and
hot and rattling horribly over the streets, which were in
any case none to the good this close to the covert.
Chenery, so ordinarily irrepressible, was sweating and
silent; Harcourt very pale, although this had a more
prosaic cause than anxiety, and halfway along she was
obliged in a choked voice to request they stop, so she
might vomit into the street.
"There, I feel better," she said, leaning back in, and
looked only a little shaky when she stepped down from the
carriage and refused Laurence's arm for the short walk
through the courtyard into the offices.
"A glass of wine, perhaps, before we go in?" Laurence said
to her softly, but she shook her head. "No; I will just
take a touch of brandy," she said, and moistened her lips
from the flask which she carried.
They were received in the boardroom, by the new First Lord
and the other commissioners: the Government had changed
again in their absence, over the question of Catholic
emancipation, Laurence gathered; and the Tories were in
once more: Lord Mulgrave sat now at the head of the table,
a little heavy by the jowls, with a serious expression and
pulling a little at the end of his nose; the Tories did not
think much of the Corps, under any circumstances.
But Nelson was there, also; and quite in defiance of the
general atmosphere he rose as soon as they had entered, and
remained standing, until in some embarrassment the other
gentlemen at the table struggled to their feet; then coming
forward he shook Laurence's hand, in the handsomest manner,
and asked to be presented.
"I am filled with admiration," he declared, on being named
to Catherine, and making her a noble leg, "and indeed
humbled, Captain Harcourt, on having read your account; I
have been accustomed," he added, smiling, "to think a
little well of myself, and to like a little praise: I will
be the first to admit it! but your courage stands above any
example which I can easily recollect, in a lifetime of
service. Now, we are keeping you standing; and you must
have something to drink."
"Oh-no, nothing," Catherine said, so mortally crimson her
freckles stood out as pale spots. "Nothing, thank you, sir;
and it was nothing, I assure you, nothing which anyone else
would not have done; which my fellow-officers did not do,"
she added, confusing her refusals of both refreshment and
praise.
Lord Mulgrave did not look entirely satisfied to have his
precedence thus usurped. A chair had of course to be
offered her, and perforce them all; some shuffling ensued
so they were ranged together in a close row along the
farther side of the table, with the naval lords facing them
along the other, but still it did not quite have the courtmartial quality of standing for interrogation.
They went first through a tedious summation of events, and
a reconcilement of the accounts: Chenery had set down ten
days, for the flight which had carried them prisoner to the
falls; Laurence had made it twelve, Catherine eleven; which
difference consumed nearly an hour, and required several
maps to be dug out by the secretaries, none of which
precisely agreed with one another on the scale of the
interior. "Sir, we would do better to apply to the dragons,
for our facts," Laurence said finally, raising his head
from the fourth of these, when they had only been able to
agree conclusively that there had been a desert somewhere
in the middle, and it had not been less than nine-days'
flying. "I will vouch that Temeraire is well able to judge
distances, in flight, and while they did not follow
directly in our course, I am certain at least he can tell
us where the borders of the desert are, which we crossed,
and the larger of the rivers."
"Hm," Mulgrave said, not encouragingly, stirring the report
before him with a forefinger. "Well, put it aside; let us
move to the matter of insubordination. I understand
correctly, I believe, that all three beasts disregarded
Captain Sutton's orders, to return to Capetown."
"Why, if you like to call it insubordination," Jane said.
"It is a good deal more to the point, that all three of
them listened at all; and that they did not go haring off
wild into the interior at once, when they knew their
captains stolen: remarkable discipline, I assure you, and
more than I would have looked for under the circumstances."
"Then I should like to know what else it is to be called,"
Lord Palmerston said, from his seat further down. "A direct
order disobeyed-"
"Oh-" Jane made half an impatient gesture with her hand,
aborted. "A dragon of twenty tons is not to be called to
account by any means other than persuasion, that I know of,
and if they did not value their captains enough to disobey
for them, they would not ever obey at all; so it is no use
complaining. We might as well say that a ship is
insubordinate, because it will not go forward when there is
no wind: you can command the first as easily as the
latter."
Laurence looked down at the table. He had seen dragons
enough in China, who without any captain or handler
whatsoever behaved with perfect discipline, to know her
defense was flawed. He did not know a better name for it
than insubordination, himself, and was not inclined to
dismiss it so lightly; it in some wise seemed to him more
insulting than otherwise, to suggest that the dragons did
not know better. That Temeraire had known where his duty
lay, Laurence was quite certain; that Temeraire had
disobeyed Sutton's orders willfully, only because he did
not like to follow them, was also certain. He as surely had
considered that disobedience justified and natural, not
even requiring of explanation, and would have been
surprised to find anything else truly expected of him; but
he would never have denied the responsibility.
To draw such a fine point, however, before a hostile
audience, perhaps inducing them to demand an irrational
punishment, Laurence did not deem prudent; even if he had
been inclined to contradict Jane in such a setting. He was
silent, while a brief wrestling over the question ensued;
finished unresolved, when Jane had said, "I am quite
willing to lecture them on the subject, if you should like
it, my Lords; or put them to a court-martial, if that seems
to you sensible; and the best use of our time at present."
"For my part, gentlemen," Nelson said, "I think it cannot
come as a surprise to those here, when I say that victory
is the best of all justifications, and to answer it with
reproaches looks to me very ill. The success of the
expedition proves its merit."
"A very fine success," Admiral Gambier said sourly, "which
has left a crucial colony not merely lost but in ruins, and
seen the destruction of every port along the coast of
Africa; most notably meritorious."
"No-one could have expected a company of seven dragons to
hold the African continent against a plague of hundreds,
under any circumstances," Jane said, "and we had better be
grateful to have, instead, what intelligence we have gained
from the successful recovery of our officers."
Gambier did not contradict her directly, but snorted and
went on to inquire about another small discrepancy, in the
reports; but as the session dragged on, it became gradually
clear through his line of questioning, and Lord
Palmerston's, that they meant to suspect that the prisoners
had provoked the invasion deliberately, and subsequently
had colluded to conceal the act. How they had gone about
it, was not to be specified; nor their motives, until at
last Gambier added, in an ironical tone, "And of course, it
is the slave trade to which they objected so violently;
although as everyone knows, the natives of the continent
have made a practice of it from time immemorial, long
preceding the arrival of Europeans on their shore; or
perhaps I should say, of course it is they, who objected to
the trade. I believe, Captain Laurence, that you have
strong views on the subject; I cannot be speaking out of
turn to say so."
Laurence said only, "No, sir; you are not." He offered no
further remark; he would not dignify the insinuation with a
defense.
"Have we nothing more pressing," Jane said, "that we must