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“The Hanoverian ambassador, Bothmar, brought with him a lock-box that was to be opened upon the death of Queen A
“Bollocks!”
“Oh, it is quite true. And so when we bow to you, my lord, it is to acknowledge your authority as a Regent. You, and your two dozen colleagues, are the closest we have, just now, to a Sovereign.”
Daniel had never been addressed before as “my lord,” and certainly had never guessed that the first person ever to do so would be the Duke of Marlborough. It required some presence of mind not to spill the bowl. But he brought it home, with the help of a guiding hand from the valet, and stepped back, his formal duties completed. The valet rolled a sponge into the bowl, wrung it out, and placed it on the Duke’s head like a soppy crown. The Duke blinked a rivulet out of his eye, elevated his chin, and commenced going through some papers that were on his lap-for apparently one of the attractions of the levee was watching the great man read his mail.
“Grub Street must be ten miles long now,” the Duke remarked, tossing aside one newspaper after another.
“You may soon wish it were a good deal shorter.”
“As may you, Dr. Waterhouse-your new prominence shall make you a Butt for i
“Thank you, my lord, I am sure ’twas vastly more amusing than having me here on time.”
“On the contrary, my lord, it is we who ought to amuse you,” said the Duke, and jerked in his chair as the razor planed off a ridge of scar-tissue. His noggin had acquired more than its share of high and low relief as he had overseen the deaths of several hundred thousand English, French, and other soldiers in the wars against Louis XIV. They now lurked below a fortnight’s stubble like shoals under a murky tide, unseen Hazards to the blade’s Navigation.
“What is it I am to read, my lord?” Daniel inquired, reaching out to accept the proffered newspaper.
Marlborough’s eyes-which were uncommonly large and expressive-strayed for a moment to Daniel’s hand. People did not, as a rule, bother to look at Daniel’s hands-nay, neither the left nor the right. They had the full complement of fingers, they had not been branded in the Old Bailey, and they were unadorned-as a rule. But today Daniel wore, on his right hand, a simple ring of gold. Never having worn jewelry before, he was astonished at how this object caught people’s attention.
“A Meditation upon Power,” Marlborough answered, “second page.”
“It sounds meet, if I am as powerful as you say. Pray, who wrote it?”
“That’s the thing,” said Marlborough, “the extraordinary thing. There is a chap who goes by the nom de plume of Peer-”
“He wrote it!?”
“No, but he has discovered in the Clink a Blackamoor, a most remarkable specimen. He is not, of course, a sentient being-but he possesses the singular gift of being able to write and speak exactly as if he were one.”
“I have met him,” Daniel said. His eyes had finally adjusted to where he could make out the byline DAPPA. He glanced up at the Duke, then glanced away, as a thick bead of blood was coming out in front of his right ear and coursing along his jaw-line to stain the linen beneath his chin. The Duke jerked again. “Have a care, sirrah, I did not come hither to perish of lockjaw.”
Daniel sca
The Duke was bald again. Two valets were hovering behind him with rags, occasionally darting in to stanch gore. The Duke found a hand-mirror, held it up for a moment, and grimaced. “My word,” he said, “is this a shaving or a trepa
“Here it is!” he a
“My lord Ravenscar was also on Bothmar’s list?” Daniel asked, for he had already spotted the handwriting and the seal.
“Oh my word, yes,” said Marlborough, “odds-on favorite to be the next Lord Treasurer, you know. For who knows more about the workings of Bank, Mint, ’Chequer, and ’Change than Ravenscar?” He sca
“A month of mourning shall have elapsed, as of September the first, my lord,” Daniel tried, “and I’ve no doubt it shall be a tasteful affair, duly restrained-”
“He promises right here to make his volcano erupt!” This elicited titters from the hitherto silent Five.
“Whilst mourning our late Queen, we must not omit to celebrate our new King, my lord.”
“Oh, well, since you put it that way, I do believe I will attend,” said the Duke. “I’ve never seen the famous Volcano, you know.”
“It is said to be worth the trip, my lord.”
“I’ve no doubt of that. I shall post an answer presently to the Temple of Vulcan. But if you should happen to see my lord Ravenscar, perhaps at one of the meetings of your Regency Council, you will tell him, won’t you?”
“It would be my pleasure.”
“Splendid! Now, may I arise, or shall it be necessary to cauterize my wounds?”
With the head-shaving, Daniel’s direct relevance to the levee had ended. The Duke shifted his attention to others, whose roles it was to present him with shirt, wig, sword, amp;c. Each of these phases led to some chit-chat that was of essentially no interest to Daniel. Indeed, much of it was incomprehensible, because it was about people whom Daniel didn’t know, or whose identities he could only guess at, as the Duke was referring to them by their Christian names, or in even more oblique ways. Nevertheless, Daniel had the clear sense it would be bad form to excuse himself. He was offered a chair on account of his age, and accepted it. Time passed. His eye drifted to the newspaper.