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Alexander Kent - THE INSHORE SQUADRON

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In September 1800 Richard Bolitho, a freshly appointed rear-admiral, assumes command of his own squadron – but, as the cruel demands of war spread from Europe to the Baltic, he soon realizes that his experience, gained in the line of battle, has ill-prepared him for the intricate manoeuvring of power politics. Under his flag the Inshore Squadron has to ride out the bitter hardship of blockade duty and the swift, deadly encounters with the enemy. An old hatred steps from the past to pose a personal threat to him, but at the gates of Copenhagen, where his flag flies admidst the fury of battle, Bolitho must put all private hopes and fears behind him.

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Bolitho allowed Allday to buckle on his glittering presentation sword for this formal occasion, but saw the distaste in his eyes. 'Oh, who was that?'

'Rupert Seton. I understand he is the brother of your late wife?'

Bolitho stared at Allday, his mind suddenly frozen. He could see Seton as a young midshipman during the ill-fated attempt to retake Toulon for the French Royalists. A slightly built youth with a stutter. With a sister so beautiful that she was rarely absent from Bolitho's memory.

'He told me about the tragedy, of course.' Inskip was unaware of the havoc he had caused. 'A fine, intelligent young man he is, too. He has a good post with the Honourable East India Company. Where I should be if I had any sense. There are more kicks than guineas working for Mr Pitt's administration.'

Bolitho asked quietly, `You met him here, you say?'

`Yes. Taking passage for England. I told him to make haste, otherwise he'd still have been here. But the war could spread any day, and I'd not wish one of John Company's people to become interned!'

Bolitho said, 'Escort these gentlemen to Captain Neale, Mr Browne. My compliments to the captain, and tell him we are finished our business and ready to proceed.' He looked impassively at the two officials. 'I'm certain you'll wish to get ashore ahead of me?'

Inskip shook his hand warmly. 'We will meet again.' He dropped his voice. 'I am sorry if I have roused some painful memories. I meant it for the best.'

As the door closed behind Browne and the others Allday exclaimed brokenly, 'Oh, God damn it, sir! After all this time, it's not right, not fair!' He controlled his outburst and added, 'Shall I fetch Mr Pascoe, sir?'

Bolitho sat down and unbuckled the sword. 'No. But I would take it kindly if you would stay.' He looked up, his eyes pleading. 'Will it never end? I've acted foolishly, done things to shame my friends, hoping perhaps to find peace again!'

Allday crossed to the table and almost tore a goblet from Ozzard's hand.

'Here, drink this, sir, and damnation to the war, and all who fan its fires!'

Bolitho swallowed the brandy, almost choking on its fire.

He could see her framed in the church door, her hand on her brother's arm, just as Herrick's own bride had been led up to the altar.

Almost to himself he said, `Maybe it is as well we did not meet. Perhaps he blames me for Cheney's death. She was alone when she needed me. I was at sea. Sailors should never marry, Allday. It is a cruelty to those they leave behind.'

Allday jerked his head at Ozzard, who backed from the cabin as if mesmerized.

'To some, mebbe, sir. But not the special ones.'

Bolitho stood up and replaced the sword at his hip. 'And she was special.' He looked at Allday and gave a brief nod. 'Thank you. I am ready now.'

Allday watched him square his shoulders, then duck automatically beneath the deckhead beams as he strode towards the quarterdeck.

That was a bad one, Allday thought. Worse than for a long while. It was always there, hiding like a wild animal, ready to break cover and destroy.

He followed Bolitho into the keen air, watched with the same fascination as he shook hands with the two Danish officers before seeing them over the side into their boat. A smile to Neale, another handshake with the Danish water pilot who was to assist the master with the last part of the journey.

Pascoe passed him with a handful of seamen to prepare the frigate's boats for swaying out when required.

Again, Allday saw their quick exchange, like brothers, no words spoken or needed.

But for once Allday would have gladly done without the privilege of knowing and sharing this close relationship. He knew Bolitho too well to be deceived by his outward calm. It was not an easy secret to hold.

Being ashore in a beautiful city like Copenhagen was a strange experience for Bolitho. He would have liked to explore its squares, dominated by high green spires and impressive buildings which looked as if they had been there forever. And there were inviting little lanes which he saw from the window of a carriage sent by Inskip to collect him from the harbour.

Inskip, like the Danish authorities, wanted to know where a visiting British admiral was at all times of the day, and Bolitho wondered what the coachman would do if he suggested a different route.

As he had prepared to leave the ship for hiss first visit to Inskip's headquarters he had seen Neale and his officers studying the harbour, not least the French frigate which was anchored as far away as was prudently possible. The anchorage was crowded with Danish men-of-war, but in spite of their impressive size and numbers, the attention on the waterfront or the many small craft which plied back and forth was fixed on the two frigates. Separated by a stretch of water and a wary guardboat, they represented the war and all that went with it. The war, which if Russia had any say would engulf the Danes also.

The French frigate was called Ajax, a powerful vessel of thirty-eight guns. As aboard Neale's.command, the seamen went about their daily tasks, apparently blind to their enemies and their intentions.

The carriage wheels rumbled noisily over the cobbles, and Bolitho saw many people pausing in the cold air to watch him pass. They were a nice looking race, he thought. Perhaps that was how a country became without constant wars and strife.

Browne, who had been watching the passing panorama with – rapt attention, said, 'We have arrived, sir.'

The carriage clattered beneath a low archway and into a neat private square. The buildings around it looked in some way official, and Bolitho saw two footmen hurrying down some steps to greet him.

It felt colder, and Neale's sailing master had warned of snow. Fog, then snow, it was like listening to Grubb.

Inskip was waiting by a blazing fire. He was wearing a wig, but it made him look older than the opposite effect,_ which was suprising.

He said, 'Good of you to be so prompt. I have been making further inquiries about the Frenchman. They say she is here to carry out storm repairs. Denmark has no wish to provoke France by refusing the Ajax permission. My guess is that she was waiting for the letter, or some other relevant instructions concerning Malta. Your sudden arrival will have put the cat amongst the pigeons!' His eyes twinkled.

Bolitho said, 'When Ajax leaves, Captain Neale will be eager to bring her to battle.'

Inskip shook his head firmly. ` Ajax arrived first, and in peace. She will be allowed a day's grace before you may follow.'

Browne coughed discreetly. 'It is an unwritten law, sir.'

'I see.', Bolitho looked at the fire. 'Then there is nothing for me to do but wait, kick my heels, while the Frenchman calls the tune? Another courier may come here any day, any time. Could you not send a fast messenger overland to make contact with my squadron? With another frigate to seaward I could soon put a stop to the French captain's plan of action.'

Inskip smiled. 'You are indeed a man of action. But I am afraid the Danes would probably take even less kindly to that misuse of their, er, hospitality, and seize your ship for good measure!'

Bolitho remembered Browne's remark on board the Benbow. I see you as a fighting sailor, not as a diplomat. In his inability to sit still and wait for some unknown factor to play its part, he had more than proved Browne to be right.

'They could try!'

'Make no mistake, they could and would. I have heard through my own sources that there are plans to blockade the harbour and remove all buoys and leading 'marks if need be. The Danes have assembled a considerable fleet, as you have seen. Believe me, they can give good account of themselves.' He pounded one fist into his palm. 'If only the French had not given up Malta or, more to the point, our own Navy had for once been less successful.'

Browne said quietly, 'I suggest they would have found other fuel for their fires, sir. Appeasement buys a little time, but not very much.'

Inskip raised his eyebrows. 'Your aide is shrewd, Bolitho. A pity he wears the King's coat. I could find a place for him in' Whitehall!'

Bolitho sighed. 'What do you suggest, sir?'

Inskip replied instantly, 'Wait. I will see the Danish minister tomorrow and try to discover his feelings. I may need you with me, so I suggest you remain ashore in this house tonight. It will save time and be less conspicuous. If the French captain decides to sail, he will probably meet up with your squadron after he has rounded Skaw Point. If he steers west into the Baltic he may intend to make contact with the Swedes, or even the Russian fleet if the ice is not too dangerous.'

A bewigged footman glided through a pair of ornate doors. 'I beg your pardon, sir, but there are two, er, persons below

demanding to be brought to the rear-admiral's presence.' Inskip asked mildly, `Who are they?'

In the same lordly tone the footman replied, 'Seafaring fellows, I believe, sir. One says he is a coxswain, the other is some sort of servant.'

Bolitho grinned. Allday and Ozzard.

'I am glad you did not attempt to send my coxswain away. The outcome might have been worse than facing the Frenchman!'

Inskip instructed the footman to show Allday and his companion to a room with a fire.

Then he said, `Well, at least it brought a smile to your face, Bolitho. That's more like it, eh?'…

Bolitho turned to Browne. `Return to the ship and explain matters to Captain Neale. Tell him to keep note of any craft which go alongside the Ajax or unusual preparations.'

It was unlikely that Neale would need telling.

When Bolitho was alone with Inskip he asked, 'Just suppose the Tsar discovers the fate of Malta before you can gain a firm declaration of neutrality from the Danes, what then?'

Inskip eyed him gravely. `The Tsar may be able to revive his idea for an Armed Neutrality of the North. He has made threats before that he would seize all British ships in his ports. It would be an act of war, and Denmark would find herself in the forefront of the battle.'

Bolitho nodded. `Thank you for explaining it to me without frills. These are facts I can recognize. I have no doubt Bonaparte will have ensured that several messages were despatched to the Tsar. That we have been lucky enough to capture one will not be known yet.'

Inskip regarded him thoughtfully. 'I suppose you may be right. But that is your concern, not mine, thank heaven.'

Three hours later Browne returned from the ship. The Ajax was still at anchor and doing nothing to excite suspicion. Her captain had been seen to go ashore, probably to pay his respects to the port admiral before leaving. Equally, he might have gone to seek information about Bolitho.

That night, as Bolitho tried to accustom himself to the vastness and stillness of a large bed, he considered what Inskip had said. So much could depend on the weather as far as the Russian ships were concerned. He listened to the wind moaning around the roof-tops, and played with the idea of leaving the house without telling anyone. He would find one of the noisy taverns he had seen, lose himself in the crowd, just for a precious hour or so.

He must have fallen asleep, for the next thing he knew was that Inskip, looking like a goblin in a long sleeping cap, was shaking his arm, while lanterns and candles bobbed into the room from what appeared to be a crowded passageway.

`What is it?'

He saw Allday, grim-faced and watchful, as if expecting a surprise attack, and Ozzard dragging the chest across the floor like a wrecker with a prize.

Inskip snapped, 'I have just had word. The Frenchman has weighed, though God knows how well he will do. It is snowing like the devil!'

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