Blackout. Part 14

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"No... I need to-" he said, trying to get around her.

"You missed all the excitement," Daphne said. "An officer from the Small Vessels Pool was here-"

"I know-hang on, I've got to catch the Comnmander." Mike pushed past her and outside, but the Commander, on the bicycle, was halfway down the street.

"Commander!" Mike shouted, cupping his hands around his mouth, and took off after him, but he was pedaling right past the quay. What the h.e.l.l was he doing? You can't ride that bicycle all the way to London You can't ride that bicycle all the way to London. It would take him a week, and besides, he was heading the wrong way. No wonder the Small Vessels Pool wouldn't let him lead a convoy. And now what? And now what? he thought, watching the Commander pedal out of sight, and then turning back toward the pub. he thought, watching the Commander pedal out of sight, and then turning back toward the pub.

"Wasn't Mr. Powney home?" Daphne asked, coming to meet him.



"No."

"I can't imagine what's keeping him." She linked her arm in his. "You must be worn out, walking all that way." She led him back into the inn. "Come into the pub room, and I'll make you a nice cup of tea. The officer was a Navy lieutenant, and a very handsome one, though not nearly so handsome as you," she said, glancing flirtatiously over her shoulder at Mike as she put the kettle on. "He said, 'I need every craft that can float to go to Dover straightaway.'"

She prattled on about how the men had grabbed their gear, loaded their boats, rea.s.sembled the Sea Sprite's Sea Sprite's engine, and set sail in less than two hours. engine, and set sail in less than two hours. And I missed it And I missed it, Mike thought. Like I missed the bus- Like I missed the bus- Was that the sound of a car? Mike jumped up and ran for the door, Daphne right behind him, in time to see a battered roadster go roaring by with the Commander at the wheel, both hands clenching it and his eyes fixed firmly on the road, looking neither to right nor left. "Wait!" Mike shouted and ran out into the street, waving both arms to signal him to stop, but he roared off, heading north, in a cloud of white dust, and out of sight.

Mike turned furiously to Daphne. "You told me there was no one else in town with a car!"

"I forgot about the Commander's old roadster."

Obviously.

"He hasn't driven it since the war started. Where do you suppose he's going?"

To London, Mike thought. And then, when he can't find anyone at the Admiralty, to Dover. Where I have been trying to get since five this morning And then, when he can't find anyone at the Admiralty, to Dover. Where I have been trying to get since five this morning.

"I am am sorry," Daphne said. "He said he was going to put it up on blocks. But it's just as well. He's a dreadful driver. You're much better off going with Mr. Powney. Are you very angry with me?" she said, pouting prettily. sorry," Daphne said. "He said he was going to put it up on blocks. But it's just as well. He's a dreadful driver. You're much better off going with Mr. Powney. Are you very angry with me?" she said, pouting prettily.

"Angry" isn't the word, he thought. "Is there anyone else else here with a car you've forgotten about? Or a motorcycle. Anything. I here with a car you've forgotten about? Or a motorcycle. Anything. I have have to get to Dover today." to get to Dover today."

"No, no one else. But I'm certain Mr. Powney will be home before tonight. The Home Guard meets on Wednesday nights, and he never misses."

And he doesn't like to drive in the blackout, which means the soonest he'll be willing to take me is tomorrow morning, and it'll take all morning to get there. The evacuation would be half over.

He couldn't afford to waste any more time here. He'd already missed three days of the evacuation he could never get back. I'm going to have to go back through to Oxford to make Badri find me a drop site closer to Dover I'm going to have to go back through to Oxford to make Badri find me a drop site closer to Dover.

"Don't be angry," Daphne was saying. "I'll fry you a nice piece of cod for your tea, and Mr. Powney will be here by the time you've eaten it."

"No, I've got to go." He stood up. "I have to file my story with my paper in London."

"But your tea's nearly ready. Surely you've time-"

Time's just what I don't have, he thought. "No, I've got to get it in the afternoon edition," he said and walked quickly out of the pub, out of the village, and up the hill, anxious to get to the drop before it got dark. The s.h.i.+mmer would be less visible in the daytime. Whichever boat had been offsh.o.r.e last night and prevented the drop from opening was halfway to Dover by now, but he wasn't taking any chances. And the earlier he left 1940, the earlier Badri could set the new drop for.

I won't care if it takes Badri a month to find me a new drop site, he thought, trudging up the hill. It'll give me a chance to catch up on all the sleep I've lost It'll give me a chance to catch up on all the sleep I've lost. Or get over his time-lag. Whichever it was, he could barely make it up the hill. Thank G.o.d he was nearly to the top. I hope I don't fall asleep waiting for the drop to open and miss it- I hope I don't fall asleep waiting for the drop to open and miss it- A half dozen children stood on the edge of the cliff, right above the path down to the beach, talking excitedly and pointing out at the Channel. He looked where they were pointing. A smoky pall covered the horizon, and several black columns rose from it. The fires of Dunkirk.

Christ, what next? Maybe I can bribe them to go away Maybe I can bribe them to go away, he thought, and started over to them, but they were already scrambling down the path. "Wait!" Mike called, but it was no use. There were more children down on the beach, and several men. One of them had a pair of binoculars, and two of the kids were standing on Mike's rock for a better view.

They'd be there till sundown, and if the fires themselves were visible from here, half the night. And in the meantime, what the h.e.l.l am I supposed to do? And in the meantime, what the h.e.l.l am I supposed to do? he thought. he thought. Just stand here and watch my chance at observing the evacuation go up in smoke? Just stand here and watch my chance at observing the evacuation go up in smoke? Boats full of rescued soldiers were already pulling into Dover. Boats full of rescued soldiers were already pulling into Dover.

He turned angrily and started back down to the village. There had had to be some other way to get to Dover. The to be some other way to get to Dover. The Lady Jane Lady Jane was still here. Maybe Jonathan could pilot it. was still here. Maybe Jonathan could pilot it. Or I could Or I could. He could follow the coast. And end up on the rocks. Or at the bottom of the Channel And end up on the rocks. Or at the bottom of the Channel, he thought, remembering the water in the hold, but he went out to the quay anyway. Jonathan might know somebody who had a motorbike. Or a horse.

But Jonathan wasn't on board. "Ahoy! Jonathan!" Mike called down the hatch. "Are you down there?"

No answer. Mike climbed down the ladder, stopping just above the water, which had gotten deeper since this morning. It was nearly up to the bottom rung. "Jonathan?"

He wasn't there. I'll have to go back to the Crown and Anchor and ask Daphne where he lives I'll have to go back to the Crown and Anchor and ask Daphne where he lives, he thought wearily, looking over at the Commander's bunk. The gray wool blankets and filthy pillow looked incredibly inviting.

If I could just get an hour or two's sleep, he thought, suddenly overwhelmed with drowsiness, I could think what to do, I could figure out something. And by then Powney may be back. Or the Commander I could think what to do, I could figure out something. And by then Powney may be back. Or the Commander. He took off his shoes and socks, rolled up his pant legs, waded over to the bunk, and climbed in.

Maybe I'd better start the bilge pump, he thought, but he was suddenly too tired to move. This has to be time-lag. I've never felt this tired in my life This has to be time-lag. I've never felt this tired in my life. He could hardly pull the wool blanket up over him. It smelled of tar and wet dog, and the tail of it was wet from where it had dragged in the water.

The Lady Jane Lady Jane can't sink in an hour, can it? can't sink in an hour, can it? he wondered, curling up on the bunk. The water sloshed as the boat rocked gently back and forth. he wondered, curling up on the bunk. The water sloshed as the boat rocked gently back and forth. That's all I ask, an hour, and then, if the water level's still rising, I'll get up and start the pump That's all I ask, an hour, and then, if the water level's still rising, I'll get up and start the pump. And at some point he must have staggered over, still asleep, and done it because when he woke he could hear it chugging, and could no longer hear the water slos.h.i.+ng.

How long had he slept? He held his arm up to look at his watch, but it was too dark to read it. Whatever time it is, I need to go see if Powney's back and then go find Jonathan Whatever time it is, I need to go see if Powney's back and then go find Jonathan, he thought, and pushed the blanket off. He sat up and stepped down off the bunk.

Into over a foot of freezing water. The pump obviously wasn't working, even though it was wheezing away. Its chugging filled the hold, so loud it- "Oh, no!" Mike said and flung himself, splas.h.i.+ng, across the hold and up the ladder. That wasn't the bilge pump. It was the engine. They were moving. He jerked the hatch open.

Onto more darkness. He blinked stupidly at it, waiting for his eyes to adjust, and at the rush of wind and salt spray against his face. "Well, well, what have we here?" Commander Harold's voice said jovially. "A stowaway?"

Mike could barely make him out in the darkness. He was at the wheel, in his peacoat and yachting cap. "I had a feeling you'd try to get in on this," he said.

"In on what?" Mike said, hauling himself up onto deck. He looked frantically back toward the stern, but he couldn't see anything, only darkness. "Where are you going?"

"To bring our boys home."

"What do you mean? To Dunkirk?" Mike shouted at him over the wind. "I can't go to Dunkirk!"

"Then you'd better start swimming, Kansas, because we're already halfway across the Channel."

"You may go to the ball, Cinderella," her fairy G.o.dmother said, "but you must take care to leave before the clock strikes twelve." "But what will I wear?" Cinderella asked. "I cannot go in these rags."-"CINDERELLA"

Dulwich, Surrey-13 June 1944

IT WAS LATE TUESDAY AFTERNOON BY THE TIME SHE reached Dulwich's First Aid Nursing Yeomanry post. No one answered her knock. reached Dulwich's First Aid Nursing Yeomanry post. No one answered her knock. Of course not Of course not, she thought, annoyed. They're all out looking for V-1 fragments They're all out looking for V-1 fragments. She'd planned to arrive on the morning of the eleventh so she'd have time to settle in, meet everyone, and watch them for two full days before the rockets began, but she hadn't counted on all the delays the invasion would cause.

The D-Day landings in Normandy might have gone off with scarcely a hitch, but on this side of the Channel, chaos reigned. Every train and bus and road had either been crammed to capacity or restricted to invasion forces. It had taken her a day and a half to arrange transport to London with an American WAC delivering doc.u.ments to Whitehall, and then at the last moment, the WAC had been ordered to Eisenhower's headquarters in Portsmouth instead, and when they got there, both car and driver had been commandeered by British Intelligence. She'd spent the next three days in the wilds of Hamps.h.i.+re, vainly attempting to get a seat on a train, and finally hitched a ride to Dulwich in a Jeep with some American GIs, but by then the first V-1s had already fallen, and she'd missed her chance to observe the post in "normal" circ.u.mstances.

Though perhaps not. The government hadn't yet admitted that the explosions were the result of unmanned rockets, and wouldn't till three days from now. And none of the four V-1s that had hit last night had landed in Dulwich, so that if their post hadn't been one of those sent to the crash sites by the Ministry of Home Security to gather fragments so the government could determine exactly what sort of weapon they were dealing with, they still might not know. But they obviously had had been sent out because there continued to be no answer to her knocking. The post was deserted. been sent out because there continued to be no answer to her knocking. The post was deserted.

It can't be, she thought. This is an ambulance post. Someone has got to be manning the telephone This is an ambulance post. Someone has got to be manning the telephone. She knocked again, more loudly. Still no answer.

She tried the door. It opened, and she went inside. "Hullo? Anyone here?" she called, and when no one answered, went in search of the despatch room.

Halfway down the corridor she heard music-the Andrews Sisters singing "Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree." She followed the sound along the corridor to a half-open door. Inside, she could see a young girl in pigtails and trousers lying on a sofa reading a film magazine, one leg draped over the arm of the sofa. A girl who obviously doesn't know about the V-1s yet A girl who obviously doesn't know about the V-1s yet, she thought. Good Good. She pushed the door open. "Hullo? I beg your pardon, I'm looking for the officer in charge."

The girl shot to her feet, lunging for the phonograph and dropping the film magazine in a splaying of pages, then abandoned the effort and snapped to attention. Which meant she was older than she looked, even though she was standing there like a naughty child about to be sent to bed without supper. "Lieutenant Fairchild, ma'am," the girl said, saluting. "Can I be of help, ma'am?"

"Lieutenant Kent reporting for duty." She handed her her transfer papers. "I've just been a.s.signed to this post."

"a.s.signed? The Major didn't say anything about..." The girl frowned at the papers, and then grinned. "Headquarters finally sent someone. I don't believe it. We'd given up all hope. Welcome to the post, Lieutenant-sorry, what did you say your name was?"

"Kent. Mary Kent."

"Welcome, Lieutenant Kent," Fairchild said, and extended her hand. "I'm so so sorry I didn't know who you were, but we've been shorthanded for sorry I didn't know who you were, but we've been shorthanded for months months, and the Major's been fighting to get HQ to send someone, but we'd given up hope of your ever arriving."

So had I, Mary thought.

"I do wish you'd been here a month ago. We were absolutely swamped with officers who needed driving, what with the invasion and all. We weren't supposed to know what was going on-it was all terribly hush-hush-but it was obvious the balloon was about to go up. I got to drive General Patton," she said proudly. "But now they're all in France, and we haven't a thing to do. Not that we aren't glad to have you. And we shan't be idle long."

No, Mary thought.

"The Major will see to that. There's no slacking off allowed at this post." She glanced guiltily at the film magazine on the sofa. "She insists we do our bit to win the war every moment of every day. And she'll have my head if she comes back and finds I haven't done my my bit and shown you round the post. Hang on." She laid the papers on the desk and went over to the door. "Talbot!" she called down the corridor. bit and shown you round the post. Hang on." She laid the papers on the desk and went over to the door. "Talbot!" she called down the corridor.

There was no answer. "She must have changed her mind," Fairchild said. "And gone with the others to the applecart upset."

What was an applecart upset? Some sort of ambulance call? She was obviously expected to know, but in all her researching of World War II slang she'd never heard the term.

"I should have thought they'd be back by now," Fairchild said. "Hang on." She wedged the door open with her rolled-up magazine. "So I'll be able to hear the telephone, though I doubt if it's needed. No one's rung up all day. This way, Kent."

If no one had telephoned, then an applecart upset couldn't be a type of ambulance call. Could it be slang for an incident?

"This is our mess," Fairchild said, opening a door, and she knew that term at least. "And the kitchen's through there. And out here"-she propped open a side door and led her through-"is our garage, though there's not much to see at the moment, I'm afraid. We've two ambulances, a Bentley and a Daimler. Have you ever driven a Daimler, Kent?" she asked, and when Mary nodded, "What year was it?"

2060. "I think it was a thirty-eight," she said.

"I'm afraid that won't be much help, then. Our Daimler's positively ancient ancient. I'm convinced Florence Nightingale drove it in the Crimean War. It's ghastly to start and worse to drive. And nearly impossible to turn in a tight s.p.a.ce. The Major's put in for a new one, but no luck yet. This is the log," she said, walking over to a clipboard hanging on the wall. She showed her the s.p.a.ces for time, destination, and distance driven. "And no detours for errand running allowed. The Major's an absolute bear about wasting petrol. And about failing to sign the log before you take a vehicle out."

"What if you're going to an incident?"

"An incident? incident? Oh, you mean if a Spitfire crashes or something? Well, then of course one would go to it straightaway and fill out the log when one came back, but we get scarcely any of those. Most of our ambulance calls are for soldiers who've got in a fight or fallen down a flight of stairs when they were sloshed. The remainder of the time we drive officers. After you sign in, you take the keys to the despatch room," she led her back inside to the room with the sofa and the phonograph, "and hang them up here." She showed her three hooks labeled, "Ronald Colman," "Clark Gable," and "Bela Lugosi." "We thought since the RAF crews name their aeroplanes, we'd name our ambulances." Oh, you mean if a Spitfire crashes or something? Well, then of course one would go to it straightaway and fill out the log when one came back, but we get scarcely any of those. Most of our ambulance calls are for soldiers who've got in a fight or fallen down a flight of stairs when they were sloshed. The remainder of the time we drive officers. After you sign in, you take the keys to the despatch room," she led her back inside to the room with the sofa and the phonograph, "and hang them up here." She showed her three hooks labeled, "Ronald Colman," "Clark Gable," and "Bela Lugosi." "We thought since the RAF crews name their aeroplanes, we'd name our ambulances."

"I thought you said you had two ambulances."

"We do. Ronald Colman is the Major's personal Bentley. She lets us use it when both ambulances are out or when we're to drive someone important."

"Oh. I a.s.sume Bela Lugosi is the Daimler?"

"Yes, though the name doesn't begin to describe its evil nature. I I wanted to name it Heinrich Himmler." She led Mary down another corridor and opened the door on a long room with six neatly made cots. "You'll bunk in here," she said, walking over to the second cot to the right. "This one's yours." She patted it, then walked over to a wardrobe and opened its door. "You can stow your things in here. You're allowed half, so don't let Sutcliffe-Hythe take more than her share. And don't pick up after her. She tends to strew her things about and expect other people to put them away. She only joined up four months ago, and before that, of course, she had servants to do for her." wanted to name it Heinrich Himmler." She led Mary down another corridor and opened the door on a long room with six neatly made cots. "You'll bunk in here," she said, walking over to the second cot to the right. "This one's yours." She patted it, then walked over to a wardrobe and opened its door. "You can stow your things in here. You're allowed half, so don't let Sutcliffe-Hythe take more than her share. And don't pick up after her. She tends to strew her things about and expect other people to put them away. She only joined up four months ago, and before that, of course, she had servants to do for her."

The casual way in which Fairchild said it confirmed what Mary'd already deduced-that in spite of the pigtails and film magazine, Fairchild was from an upper-cla.s.s family, as was Sutcliffe-Hythe, and most of the young women in the First Aid Nursing Yeomanry. They'd qualified for the FANYs because, unlike lower-cla.s.s girls, they'd known how to drive. They'd also possessed the social skills to mingle with officers, which was why they'd ended up chauffeuring generals as well as driving ambulances.

"Let's see, what else do you need to know?" Fairchild said. "Breakfast's at six, lights out at eleven. No borrowing someone else's towel or beau, and no discussing Italy. Grenville's fiance's there, and she hasn't heard from him in three weeks. Oh, and don't mention anything to do with getting engaged to Maitland-you're not engaged, are you?"

"No," she said, setting her duffel bag down on the bed.

"Good. Engaged girls are rather a sore point with Maitland just now. She's been trying to persuade the pilot she's seeing to propose, but so far she's not having any luck. I told her she should take lessons from Talbot. She's She's been engaged four times since I've been here. Were you seeing anyone in-where were you stationed before this?" been engaged four times since I've been here. Were you seeing anyone in-where were you stationed before this?"

"Oxford."

"Oxford? Oh, then you must know-" She stopped and c.o.c.ked her head alertly as a door slammed somewhere.

"Fairchild!" a voice called, and a vividly pretty brunette in a FANY uniform and cap burst in. "You will not believe believe what I just heard." what I just heard."

And so much for my observing pre-rocket behavior, Mary thought.

"What are you doing here, Talbot?" Fairchild said. "I thought you'd gone with Maitland and the others to the applecart upset."

"No, but I should have done. I'm so sick of the Yellow Peril, I could scream."

The Yellow Peril? What did j.a.pan have to do with an ambulance post? I should definitely have done more research on World War II slang I should definitely have done more research on World War II slang.

"I was at the motor pool," Talbot said. "The Major insisted I go pick up Bela Lugosi," and thank goodness Fairchild had explained about the ambulance names, or she'd be completely lost. Could the Yellow Peril be some sort of vehicle as well?

"I told the Major it wouldn't be ready," Talbot went on, "but she-who's this?"

"Mary Kent," Fairchild said. "She's our new driver."

"But you can't be!" Talbot cried, and Mary looked up sharply. "Sorry. It's only that I had a wager with Camberley that even the Major couldn't get a new driver out of HQ. For a pair of stockings. Now what am I going to do? I lent my only good pair to Jitters, and she simply shredded shredded them." them."

"She means Lieutenant Parrish," Fairchild explained. "She's keen on jitterbugging."

"I simply must must have stockings. Philip's taking me to the Ritz on Sat.u.r.day." have stockings. Philip's taking me to the Ritz on Sat.u.r.day."

No, he's not, Mary thought. There'll be more than a hundred V-1s coming over on Sat.u.r.day. You'll be transporting the wounded There'll be more than a hundred V-1s coming over on Sat.u.r.day. You'll be transporting the wounded.

"I don't suppose you've an extra pair you'd be willing to lend me, have you, Kent?" Talbot asked.

No, and even if I had, I wouldn't admit it. It would instantly expose her as the impostor she was. No woman in England had had presentable stockings by this point in the war. "Sorry," she said, pointing down at her much-mended cotton stockings. "I'm sorry if I caused you to lose your wager."

"Oh, well, it's my own fault for betting against the Major. I should know better. Have you met the Major yet, Kent?"

"No, she hasn't," Fairchild said. "The Major's in London. She was called to a meeting at HQ."

"Well, when you do, you'll find she's extremely extremely determined, particularly when it comes to obtaining equipment and supplies-and personnel-for our post." determined, particularly when it comes to obtaining equipment and supplies-and personnel-for our post."

Fairchild nodded. "She's convinced that the winning of the war rests entirely on our shoulders."

"Though I'd scarcely call driving officers with roving hands vital to the war's outcome," Talbot said. "I hope you're skilled at fending off amorous advances, Kent." She turned to Fairchild. "When do you expect Maitland and the others back?"

"I rather expected they'd be back by now," Fairchild said.

"Where was was this applecart upset?" this applecart upset?"

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