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nblower should follow Merry's instructions and the matter turn out ill he would have no excuse to plead to the Admiralty。 Yet on the other hand Hornblower knew only too well that if he were to ignore Merry's letter there would be bitter plaints sent to London。
Hornblower recalled his Admiralty orders to himself； they gave him wide discretion as to how he should behave towards the northern powers。 Merry's letter relieved him of no responsibility。 He could allow Wychwood and Basse to proceed in the Swedish brig； or he could convey them himself； the point at issue was whether the news of Bonaparte's latest aggression should be conveyed by a British squadron or not。 Bearers of bad tidings were always unpopular … a ridiculous detail to have to bear in mind； but an important one。 The two potentates might feel exasperated at being reminded of the meddling British Navy； bringing trouble to everyone。 On the other hand； the presence of a British squadron far up the Baltic； at the very gates of St Petersburg； might be a salutary reminder of the length of England's arm。 Submission to Bonaparte or the part of Sweden and Russia must mean war； real actual war with England this time； Bonaparte would be satisfied with nothing less。 The sight of British topsails on the horizon； the knowledge that war would mean instant blockade； instant capture of every ship that ventured out； constant harassing of all their shores； might be a powerful argument at their councils。 Bonaparte might be at their frontiers； but England would be at their doors。 Hornblower made his decision。
〃Gentlemen；〃 he said。 〃I think it is my duty to convey you to Russia in this squadron。 I can offer you the hospitality of this ship； if you would be kind enough to accept it。〃
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Despite the fact that he was a peer and a guardsman； despite his little red moustache and his funny pop…eyes and his ludicrous appearance in uniform； Wychwood was a shrewd and experienced man of the world。 At thirty…five he had visited two…thirds of the Courts of Europe； he was familiar with their intrigues； knew their weaknesses and their strengths； the military power of which they could dispose； their prejudices and their traditions。 He sat （at Hornblower's invitation） in Hornblower's cabin while a brisk westerly wind sent the squadron rolling and pitching up the Baltic。 Basse was incapacitated in his berth with seasickness； so that they were not embarrassed by his presence … Wychwood's cheeks were a little pale as well； and his manner occasionally hinted at an inward preoccupation； but he controlled himself manfully。
〃Boney's weakness；〃 said Wychwood； 〃is that he thinks all the opposition in the world can be dissolved by force。 Often he's right； of course； you have only to look back at his career to see that。 But sometimes he is wrong。 People would rather fight … would rather die … than be slaves to his will any longer。〃
〃Spain showed that；〃 said Hornblower。
〃Yes。 But with Russia it still may be different。 Russia is the Tsar； much more definitely than Spain was the Bourbon monarchy。 If Alexander chooses to submit to Boney's threats； Russia will submit。 Alexander's swallowed insults enough already。〃
〃He's swallowed other things besides insults；〃 said Hornblower dryly。
〃Finland； you mean？ That's perfectly true。 And all the other Baltic provinces； Lithuania and Courland and so on。 You know better than I do how much difference that makes to the security of St Petersburg … I find it hard to blame him for it。 At home； of course； his attack on Finland roused a good deal of feeling。 I hope they forget it if he bees our ally。〃
〃And what are the chances of that？〃
〃God knows。 If he can be sure of the Swedish alliance he may fight。 And that depends on whether Bernadotte is willing to submit to having Pomerania taken away from him。〃
〃Bonaparte made a false step there；〃 said Hornblower。
〃Yes； by God！ The British colours are like a red rag to a bull to him。 You have only to show them to get him to charge。 The way you destroyed that ship … what was her name？ … the Blanchefleur under his very nose must have driven him crazy。 If anything makes the Swedes fight； it'll be that。〃
〃Let's hope it does；〃 said Hornblower； decidedly forted。
He knew he had taken a bold step when he went in to destroy the Blanchefleur； if the subsequent political repercussions should be unfavourable he might well be called to account。 His only justification would be the final event； a more cautious man would have held back and contented himself with keeping the privateer under observation。 Probably that would have resulted in her slipping clean away the first foggy night； to resume her ravages among British shipping； but no man could be held responsible for fog。 And if Sweden became an active enemy all England would clamour for the head of the officer they deemed responsible。 Yet e what might he could not but feel that he had taken the best course in proving that England had the power to strike and would not hesitate to use it。 There were few occasions in history when timidity was wise。
They were bringing further news to St Petersburg； too。 Wellington was on the offensive in Spain； in two desperate strokes he had cleared his front by storming Ciudad Rodrigo and Badajoz； and now was ready to strike into the heart of the Peninsula。 The knowledge that a large part of Bonaparte's army was hotly engaged in the South might bring firmness to the councils of the North。
His brother…in…law was an Earl now … another victory or two would make him a Duke； reflected Hornblower。 Barbara would be proud of him； and to Hornblower that was another reason for him to dread failure for himself； Barbara had a high standard of parison。 But she would understand。 She would know how high were the stakes he was playing for in the Baltic … as high as those her brother was playing for in Spain； she would know what moral courage was needed to make the kind of decisions he had made。 She would be considerate； and at that moment Hornblower told himself that he did not want his wife to have to be considerate on his account。 The thought revolted him； drove him to make his excuses to Wychwood and plunge out on deck； into the pouring rain under the grey sky； to walk the quarter…deck while the other officers eyed him askance and kept well clear of him。 There was not a soul in the squadron who had not heard that only fools crossed the modore's hawse when he was walking the deck。
The brisk wind was chill； even in late May； here in the North Baltic； the squadron pitched and rolled over the short steep waves； leaden…hued under the leaden sky； as it drove ever northward towards the Gulf of Finland； towards Russia； where the destiny of the world hung in the balance。 The night was hardly darker than the sky； up here in the sixtieth degree of north latitude； when the sky cleared； for the sun was barely hidden below the horizon and the moon shone coldly in the twilight as they drove past Hoghland and hove to in sight of Lavansaari so as to approach Kronstadt after sunrise。
Braun was on deck early； leaning against the rail； craning over in fact； that faint grey smear on the horizon to the northward was his native land； the