Fair Blows The Wind Part 20

"Would you serve with me then? England will need every man." He paused. "And I want bold ones, for when the Armada is defeated-and we shall defeat them-I wish to sail for the Indies, for the Spanish waters."

"I would be honored to serve with you in any capacity that befits a gentleman," I replied.

"Could you command a prize vessel if need be?"

"I could."

"Good! Provide yourself with what you need and report to me here. And," he added sharply, "no more dueling. Her Majesty does not look with favor upon such things." He smiled then, friendly enough. "Although I should like to have seen that duel!" He changed the subject. "You have written some booklets?"

"I have."

"Then keep your eyes and ears open. I should like this story well told when it is over. I want a report to the Queen, but I shall want more, a pamphlet to go out over the city, recounting the story of the Elizabeth."

"It would be a pleasure."

As, indeed, it would. I had never written of a battle, and this would be one, perhaps the first of many, that I should not only witness but partake of. Yet I knew little enough of what my duties would be, nor of command afloat. It behooved me to learn as much as I could.

I hurried back to my room at the inn to make my plans. I should need pistols, some clothes fit for the sea, books for reading, and most of all the help of an old salt, if such there was about, who could talk to me of battles at sea and their conduct.

When I came down from my room, Tosti arose to meet me. "Do you have a patron?" he asked.

"A patron?" I laughed. "No, not I. Patrons are for poets or playwrights, not for mere scribblers. No, I am recruited to war against the Spanish dons." I explained to Tosti what lay before me and he went with me while I purchased two excellent pistols and the equipment and materials for charging them.

For several days I was busy, yet I took the time needed to write the final piece on Rafe Leckenbie.

Being no literary craftsman, I did my best with what came to mind. I wrote it as a story from some ancient land, yet kept the subject so close that none could miss what I intended. I ent.i.tled it: A True Relation of How a Master Thief Became a Great Lord. Writing in words that implied a long-ago story in a distant land, I yet painted so close a picture that none could fail to recognize Rafe Leckenbie. I told of his plotting to become the thief-master and controller of bawds. Then, almost using Rafe's own words, I told how he would become a knight and then a lord of the realm. At last I pictured him fat and gloating, so strong that not even the ruler could displace him.

During those last days I threw myself into the task of preparing for sea with all my energies. The problems were new for me, but I quickly perceived what must be done. And by discreet questions and observation, I learned much. I directed the loading of supplies, food, extra canvas, and I watched the storage of powder and shot. In every way I attempted to make myself useful. Clifford might wish for bold men, but useful men were just as necessary.

We put to sea in company with a number of other vessels, many of whose names I never knew or heard but in pa.s.sing. My life aboard s.h.i.+p was brief and hectic. The Spanish were coming, this much we knew. My informants along the Thames had known much from the gossip of fishermen and sailors of coastwise or across-channel boats, many of whom operated regardless of war or threat of war. Lying low in the water, their fast-sailing craft swept back and forth across the channel, many of them engaged in smuggling or other clandestine activities, but the servants of Elizabeth would have done well to have listening posts among them. Drake, I believed, did just that.

The Bonaventure was a good sailer, as for weeks she proved as we beat back and forth across the channel and sometimes off the coast of Brittany. But never a Spanish sail did we see.

We put back into port to renew our stores. There were stories that Sir John Hawkins was now to command the vessel. As soon as we dropped anchor I made it ash.o.r.e to see Emma Delahay.

"Ah!" She looked up from her table as I entered. "It is you! Have you not heard then?"

"Heard? What?"

"There is an order for your arrest. It seems you have offended someone."

An order for my arrest? For a moment I seemed to turn cold. It was what I had feared. Once they had me in prison they would somehow, some way, discover who I was, and I would be killed.

If not by the Queen's men then by those of Leckenbie or his protector.

How much could I trust Emma Delahay? No matter, I had no choice. Only a moment pa.s.sed, but I knew what I must do.

"What of the Good Catherine?"

"She lies yonder. She has discharged her cargo and is reloading."

"My venture?"

"You may see the accounts. You have fifty-five pounds due you."

"Your captain did well. When does he sail again?"

"Within the week." She shuffled some papers upon her table. "There is a place aboard her if you wish." She paused then. "It would be safer, Tatton."

It was the first time she had called me by my given name.

"If you wish to make a venture," she said, "you could go with it and learn the trade for yourself."

He is a wise man who does not overstay his time. "I shall go," I said.

"Be aboard by the Sunday coming, and be careful."

I would, indeed.

23.

What, then, to do? The Queen's men wished to arrest me, something contrived no doubt by Leckenbie's protector. Or had they discovered my true ident.i.ty? There was always that danger, a danger I would never be without.

With honor I could not simply leave Sir George Clifford, yet to remain about when the order for my arrest was made out was to ask for trouble. I went straightaway to him.

He received me at once and sat back in his chair. "If you have asked to see me at this time," he said, "it cannot but be serious. What is it?"

Risking arrest there and by him, if my crime, whatever it was, proved serious, I told him simply what had been done. I spoke of the broadsides and pamphlets I had written and now of the order for my arrest. Of course, I said nothing of my Irish ancestry, trusting not even him so much.

I knew somewhat of the man. The Queen's champion he was, but he had also lived a wild, reckless life himself and at present had his own troubles.

He listened patiently. "They will not arrest you while they serve me," he said, after a bit, "and no doubt you are safer here. Yet if you wish to go, then go you may.

"However, I would suggest you serve me yet awhile. You have spoken of your wish to make money with your ventures. It is my wish also, but believe me, Chantry, one good prize and we should all be rich. I need money as much as any man. And I mean to have that prize."

Little I knew how much my life depended on the decision I was then to make, yet what might have happened if I had chosen otherwise? I only know my entire life was changed when I decided.

How often it is that a whim may alter the course of our existences! How often the simple decision whether to go right or left when one leaves a doorway can change so much! A man may turn to the right and walk straightaway into all manner of evil, and to the left, all manner of good.

It was ever my way to push forward, and ever my way to hold to a bargain. My word once given was precious to me, and I had promised to serve with him.

"Sir George," I said, "I dare not be arrested. I do wish to serve you, and to serve England in this hour, yet to be arrested would be fatal." I paused, not wis.h.i.+ng to explain why it might be fatal. I trumped up a reason, and logical enough it was, too. "I am convinced that I am to be arrested only to be murdered, that once in prison I would be set upon, when unarmed, by Leckenbie's felons."

"Have no fear. You shall go aboard my s.h.i.+p, and no officer will reach you there, if I have to go to Elizabeth herself to protect you.

"Look you ... I have many men, but most serve in hope of prize money, of gaming my attention and hence preferment. Some are mere loyerers, putting in their time. Some are l.u.s.ty fighters who have often proved their courage and strength. But none has taken hold as you have done.

"Within the short time you have served me you have laid hold of problems and solved them. You know much of the s.h.i.+p's care and husbandry. Any task I set for you I need never think of again, for it is done. You have proved yourself my strong right hand, and already I have mentioned you to Sir John Hawkins, if he should take command."

"And he may?"

"It is possible. The Queen wants me nearby, although I should prefer to be at sea. Well, one more voyage, perhaps. At least one more." He looked up at me suddenly, then glanced about to see if others were near. "Chantry, I shall give you this word and no other, because I wish you to remain with me. I have word ... very secret word ... of the sailing of a great Spanish vessel, loaded with treasure. I hope to seize that vessel."

He took up a bottle and filled two winegla.s.ses, putting one of them before me. "Chantry, I will tell you this much. I have an Irish friend ... oh, do not look surprised! I have an Irish friend who now serves Spain. The information comes from him.

"We have much trouble with Ireland. Most of the Irish would gladly burn England to the dust. But-a very Important but-they do not wish anyone else to do it. As one of them once said to me, 'The English are our enemies, but they are our enemies. We do not wish to share them with others.' Amusing, is it not? Yet I trust this man, and he has told me of this great vessel corning."

"When?"

He shrugged. "I know not. Only that she will come and we must be out there, waiting."

"Will you have further word?"

"Perhaps. I doubt it. Word is not so easy to receive. Possibly you, with your river-front friends, might learn something. But the less it is talked of the better. Look what I have to contend with-not only the Spanish but so many of our own people who would love to find such a juicy plum ready to fall from the tree.

"I have a fine s.h.i.+p, but I am not Drake, nor Frobisher, nor-"

"But you may be Hawkins?"

He smiled. "That I may be, but even he does not know of this yet."

"I will stay with you, Sir George."

"Good!" He held out his hand. "I thought you might. Now go and finish up whatever it is you have to do and return swiftly, for I think we shall wait but little longer and then return to sea."

Leaving my plumed hat aboard, I chose a dark cloak and a flat cap to wear ash.o.r.e. Then, armed with my sword, a dagger, and two charged pistols, I went ash.o.r.e again and made my way to the place of Emma Delahay.

Swiftly as could be I arranged my business with her. Sixty pounds in goods I trusted to her. "Do the best you can. When this is over, I shall be back. If I come not back immediately, do you administer my funds to my best interest and hold the profits for me, for eventually I shall come."

I wonder what strange hint of disaster caused me so to phrase it? Surely, I knew nothing. To my thinking I was but being cautious, having no knowledge of all that would transpire before I came across this threshold again.

The Bonaventure went again to sea, and I with her.

Fair blew the winds, and the sails filled as we breasted the seas for the French coast. Some Spanish s.h.i.+ps were reported there and beating their way north for England. But we found them not, so Sir George changed course and stood away to the south for the Azores, casting about for prey.

Owner of vast estates, he was enc.u.mbered with debts, and a rich prize might make up for all he had wasted in wild living. As he grew older he had also grown wiser, and wished to establish himself once more. Vessels laden with treasure from the Indies or the coast of America might be along soon, and it was one of these we sought.

We had been but ten days at sea when, just as dawn was breaking, I heard the cry from the masthead. "Sail ho!"

"Where away?"

"Three points abaft the beam!"

Our bows came around and we headed down toward her. She was a fair tall s.h.i.+p, a Spanish galleon fresh from the Indies by the look of her.

The decks were cleared for action and we rounded to. As we came alongside we let go with a broadside that toppled the foremast, and shot away a piece of the bowsprit. We closed in then and Sir George motioned me.

"You will lead the boarding party. Secure control of the vessel and make repairs at once, then keep in our company and prepare to a.s.sist."

As we came alongside I jumped to the rigging. Followed by the members of the boarding party, I made ready for the attack. Men were swarming her deck, but much destruction had been done by our broadside and whoever stood upon the p.o.o.pdeck seemed to have lost command.

As one man we swung in close and over the narrowing gap. There was a brief, fierce struggle as we landed. A man rushed at me, swinging a cutla.s.s. I greeted him with a thrust, then fired a pistol at a second man. Two more closed in about me but one of them fell before the blade of one of our crewmen, a husky lad from Yorks.h.i.+re. We drove them back, and I noticed a slackening of effort on a part of the crew, men who appeared to be Basques.

A dozen of these had grouped together. Suddenly as one man they dropped their swords and surrendered. One of them, a tall, blond lad with a splendid set of shoulders, merely handed me his sword. "Captain, we were forced to sea. None of us wished for this."

"Get forward then, and if it seems to you the mast can be restepped and made useful until it can be replaced, save it. If not, cut it away. Do you and your mates stay forward. Give us good service and you shall be freed."

They went quickly forward. Elsewhere the fighting had well nigh ceased. Here or there some hardened soul held to his blade. I disliked seeing good men die and persuaded some to surrender.

On the p.o.o.p the young officer awaited me. Near him lay two bodies, of whom one must have been the sailing master-though I knew nothing of the command on a Spanish vessel. The other appeared to be the second in command.

The officer could be no more than sixteen-one of those given command, no doubt, due to family and prestige, with carefully chosen lieutenants who could carry the burden for him. Our fire had killed both, and now he was alone. A handsome lad, too, standing straight and pale with shock, but with no fear in him.

"You have taken my vessel," he said, staring at me in an incredulous manner. The shock was still on him, for our broadside had been remarkably effective. Fortunate for me, unfortunate for him. "It was my first command."

"And this is mine. If you give me your word to cause no trouble, I shall not imprison you."

"Of course, Captain, you have my word."

"Captain?" It was Wilsey, one of my own men. "Look!"

Four s.h.i.+ps were bearing down upon us, although still some distance away. We had, in the short time since boarding the Spanish vessel, become separated from the Bonaventure, which was hull down over the horizon. The oncoming Spanish vessels looked to cut us off.

"Wilsey, get the prisoners below, all but those working on the forecastle, and make ready the guns."

Again I glanced at the oncoming s.h.i.+ps and at our own vessel. "Tell Brooks I said to get some sail on her."

Of commanding such a vessel at sea, I knew little, scarcely more than the Spanish don from whom I had taken command. Nor had Sir George intended to leave me in command, I am sure. He had no doubt expected to come aboard and straighten matters out himself before we proceeded with our mission. Now I was alone.

Ordering the young Spanish officer below, I moved swiftly to get the decks cleared and to pull away from the oncoming Spanish vessels. To escape from them meant also to draw away from the Bonaventure, yet there was no other way.

I went below to the cabin, which was beautifully furnished. Disconsolate, the young officer sat slumped in a chair. "Do not despair," I told him. "You shall be treated as a gentleman."

"But I have failed!"

"One failure is not a lifetime, and this was no fault of yours. Remain here. I must go on deck."

With our foremast gone and much of our rigging damaged, I swiftly realized our chances of escape were few. Darkness was hours away.

As I emerged upon the deck, Brooks came to me. "Captain, we are in a bad way. With the fo'm'st gone and damage to the rigging, we can scarcely make steerage way without repairs." He glanced astern. "They'll be up with us long before we can get any sail on her to speak of."

"The guns?"