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〃Of course I will；〃 said Hornblower。
Chapter Two
This was typical April weather。 It had been miraculously sunny during the ceremony at the foot of the steps of Smallbridge House； but it had rained torrentially once already during the twenty…mile drive to London。 Then the sun had reappeared； had warmed and dried them； but now as they crossed Wimbledon mon the sky was black again； and the first drops began to drive into their faces。 Hornblower pulled his cloak about him and rebuttoned the collar。 His cocked hat with its gold lace and button lay on his knees under the sheltering tent of the cloak； cocked hats worn for long in the rain accumulated pools of water in both crown and brim and were pulled out of shape。
Now it came； wind and rain； shrieking down from the west in unbelievable contrast with the delightful weather of only half an hour before。 The near…side horse had the full brunt of it and was inclined to shirk its work in consequence。 Brown laid the whiplash on its glistening haunch and it threw itself into the collar in a fresh spasm of energy。 Brown was a good whip … he was good at everything。 He had been the best captain's coxswain Hornblower had ever known； he had been a loyal subordinate during the escape from France； and he had made himself into the best manservant heart could desire。 Now he sat here； tolerant of the driving rain； the slippery leather of the reins grasped in a big brown hand； hand and wrist and forearm acted like a spring to maintain that subtle pressure upon the horses' mouths … not enough pressure to interfere in the least with their work； but enough to give them confidence on the slippery road； and to have them under control in any emergency。 They were pulling the chariot over the muddy macadam up the steep ascent of Wimbledon mon with a wholeheartedness they never displayed for Hornblower。
〃Would you like to go to sea again； Brown？〃 asked Hornblower。 The mere fact that he allowed himself to make this unnecessary speech was proof of how much Hornblower was lifted out of himself with excitement。
〃I'd like it main well； sir；〃 said Brown shortly。
Hornblower was left to guess what Brown really meant … whether his curtness was just the English way of concealing enthusiasm； or whether Brown was merely being in polite agreement with his master's mood。
The rain from Hornblower's wet hair was trickling down his neck now inside his collar。 He ought to have brought a sou'wester with him。 He hunched himself together on the padded leather seat； resting his two hands on the hilt of the sword belted round his waist … the hundred…guinea sword given him by the Patriotic Fund。 With the sword vertical his hands held the heavy wet cloak away from the cocked hat on his knees。 Another little rivulet coursed down inside his clothes and made him squirm。 By the time the shower had passed he was thoroughly damp and unfortable； but here once more came the glorious sun。 The raindrops in the gorse and the brambles shone like diamonds； the horses steamed； larks resumed their song far overhead； and Hornblower threw open his cloak and wiped his damp hair and neck with his handkerchief。 Brown eased the horses to a walk at the crest of the hill to breathe them before the brisk descent。
〃London； sir；〃 he said。
And there it was。 The rain had washed the smoke and dust out of the air so that even at that distance the gilt cross and bell over St Paul's gleamed in the sunshine。 The church spires； dwarfed by the dome； stood out with unnatural clarity。 The very roof…tops were distinct。 Brown clicked his tongue at the horses and they broke once more into a trot； rattling the chariot down the steep descent into Wandsworth； and Hornblower pulled out his watch。 It was no more than two o'clock； ample time to do business。 Even though his shirt was damp inside his coat this was a far better day than he had anticipated when he sat in his bath that morning。
Brown drew the horses to a halt outside the Admiralty； and a ragged urchin appeared who guarded the wheel so that it did not muddy Hornblower's cloak and uniform as he climbed down from the chariot。
〃At the Golden Cross； then； Brown；〃 said Hornblower； fumbling for a copper for the urchin。
〃Aye aye； sir；〃 said Brown； wheeling the horses round。
Hornblower carefully put on his cocked hat； settled his coat more smoothly； and centred the buckle of his sword…belt。 At Smallbridge House he was Sir Horatio； master of the house； lord of the manor； autocrat undisputed； but now he was just Captain Hornblower going in to see the Lords of the Admiralty。 But Admiral Louis was all cordiality。 He left Hornblower waiting no more than three minutes in the anteroom … no longer than would be necessary to get rid of his visitor of the moment … and he shook hands with obvious pleasure at the sight of him； he rang the bell for a clerk to take Hornblower's wet cloak away； and with his own hands he pulled up a chair for him beside the vast fire which Louis maintained summer and winter since his return from the mand of the East Indian Station。
〃Lady Barbara is well； I trust？〃 he asked。
〃Very well； thank you； sir；〃 said Hornblower。
〃And Master Hornblower？〃
〃Very well too； sir。〃
Hornblower was mastering his shyness rapidly。 He sat farther back in his chair and weled the heat of the fire。 That was a new portrait of Collingwood on the wall； it must have replaced the old one of Lord Barharn。 It was pleasant to note the red ribbon and the star and to look down at his own breast and to see that he wore the same decoration。
〃And yet you left domestic bliss at the first moment you received our letter？〃
〃Of course； sir。〃
Hornblower realized that perhaps it might be more profitable not to be natural； it might be better to adopt a pose； to appear reluctant to take up his professional duties； or to make it look as if he were making a great personal sacrifice for his country； but for the life of him he could not do it。 He was too pleased with his promotion； too full of curiosity regarding the mission the Admiralty had in mind for him。 Louis' keen eyes were studying him closely； and he met their gaze frankly。
〃What is it you plan for me； sir？〃 he asked； he would not even wait for Louis to make the first move。
〃The Baltic；〃 said Louis。
So that was it。 The two words terminated a morning of wild speculation； tore up a wide cobweb of possibilities。 It might have been anywhere in the world； Java or Jamaica； Cape Horne or the Cape of Good Hope； the Indian Ocean or the Mediterranean； anywhere within the 25；000…mile circuit of the world where the British flag flew。 And it was going to be the Baltic； Hornblower tried to sort out in his mind what he knew about the Baltic。 He had not sailed in northern waters since he was a junior lieutenant。
〃Admiral Keats is manding there； isn't he？〃
〃At the moment； yes。 But Saumarez is replacing him。 His orders will be to give you the widest latitude of discretion。〃
That was a curious thing to say。 It hinted at division of mand； and that was inherently vicious。 Better a bad mander…in…chief than a divided mand。 To tell a subordinate that his superior was under orders to grant him wide discretion was a dangerous thing to