Ramage's Diamond

The gun-maker welcomed her, guessing that she was 'the Marchesa' the Admiral had mentioned, and Ramage winked at his father: the poor fellow was in for a shock. Although sbe was only five feet tall, with finely-chiselled features, high cheekbones and the imperious ma

She nodded to the gun-maker and said to Ramage: 'I hope you haven't chosen yet?'

'We've been waiting for you. I saw Hanson staggering off with your last purchases! Did you find all the ribbon and lace you wanted?'

'The lace I want is still in Italy. They have a poor selection here. This 'Oniton they talk about - is that the town we pass through on the way to St Kew?'

' "This Honiton", young lady, happens to be the centre for the finest lace in this country,' said the Admiral with mock indignation.

'Perhaps,' she said coolly. ‘But if the selection they have next door is a fair example of their work, then Volterra is the centre for the finest lace in the world.'

The Admiral flicked an imaginary speck of dust from the lace of his stock. 'My dear Gia

‘No doubt,' Gia

She broke off as Ramage took her arm and led her to the far end of the counter. He knew from long experience that it was useless to tell her that even though she was paying for them and knew about pistols, it was wiser to leave the actual choice between the man who made them and the man who was going to use them. In any other woman it would have been intolerable but in Gia

Ramage pointed to the case at the end of the counter.

'The pair with hexagonal barrels,' he said. 'Mansfield will have to fit belt-hooks but -' he lifted one of the guns from the case and turned it on its side, so the pan was downwards - 'yes, that is easy enough.'

'They're very plain' Gia

'I want hexagonal barrels,' Ramage said firmly. 'The flat top surface makes an excellent sight when you have to shoot quickly, and I don't like a lot of fancy work on a gun.'

The gun-maker heard Ramage's comment. 'A pair of good plain guns with nine-inch barrels, my Lord?'

Ramage nodded. 'But I'll want belt-hooks fitted. Can you do that and have them ready in three days?'

'Of course, of course. Your Lordship has chosen exactly the pair I would have recommended.' He took the other gun from the case. 'The safety bolt is ready for the thumb, and I've made sure it doesn't protrude so much it might catch in clothing. The stock - will you grip it, please? Yes, it fits your hand nicely. Just watch one thing, my Lord: on this model I have made the trigger guard a little wider here - you see the flare on the forward side? You need to remember that. Or,' he added hurriedly, 'if you find it too wide I can change it to the normal width.'

Ramage ran his index finger along the guard and quickly crooked it round the trigger. 'No, don't change it: that is a good idea. What about belt-hooks?'

The gun-maker excused himself and went to the workshop, returning with a case which he put down on the counter and opened. He took out one of the two pistols inside and held it out to Ramage. 'The same pattern of gun, my Lord, with a belt-hook already fitted.'

Gia

'I prefer silver,' Ramage said firmly, 'and this darker wood - cherry, isn't it? - is more serviceable. Remember the salt air, and they'll be getting only an occasional wipe with an oily rag. No one is going to spend hours polishing them.'

'Silver tarnishes,' Gia

'Quite so, my Lady,' the gun-maker said politely, 'but. . .'

'Gold inlay would not look right on this pistol,' Ramage said firmly, then added in a lighter tone: 'When I become an admiral you can have Mansfield make me a pair of duelling pistols with as much gold work as you like.'

'Bythe time you are an admiral,' she said crossly, 'I hope you won't be depending on pistols for your life. Well, you decide what you want, I'm going to see what the Admiral has chosen,' She looked at the fob watch hanging on a thin chain round her neck, 'Don't forget we still have to visit Mr Prater for your sword.'

When she had walked to the other end of the shop the gun-maker said: 'A complete refit, sir?'

Ramage smiled ruefully. 'I lost everything in the West Indies. Since then I've been using a Sea Service pistol and a cutlass, but the Marchesa decided to celebrate my promotion with...'

Mansfield gri

'They have to be: they get dropped on deck and tossed into arms chests, and a seaman's idea of using a pistol is jabbing the muzzle in the enemy's belly or fetching him a bang on the head with it.'

The master gun-maker shuddered and changed the subject: 'I saw Mr Prater the other day when I was down at Charing Cross. He has some lovely blades now. There's such a call for them these days that he can afford to carry a good stock.'

'Yes,' Ramage said gloomily, 'but I want a fighting sword; a solid blade slung in a shoulder belt. I have a feeling that the Marchesa will try to persuade Mr Prater that a post captain should always wear a dress sword suspended from slings on the waistband of the breeches.'

'A lot of naval gentlemen wear a broad belt over the right shoulders these days,' Mansfield said. 'Outside the waistcoat and under the coat. More practical, I suppose, sir, though I must admit it doesn't look so smart.'

'When you're boarding an enemy ship it's more important that the scabbard doesn't get between your legs,' Ramage said lightly. 'Now, these pistols ...’

'Ah, well, you have all you need here, my Lord: two powder flasks - note the spring measures work easily, and be careful no one oils the springs: it is quite u

Ramage picked up the second gun, checked it over and looked at the belt-hook. It was wide and substantial, with just enough spring to slip inside a belt without sticking and yet not bind when drawn in a hurry. More important, the whole gun fitted comfortably in his hand, so that the barrel seemed an extension of his forearm.