Ramage and the Renegades

It was a still night. The current kept the ships heading west of north as though they were half a dozen compass needles, but each one's heading was slightly different, so it was easy to see how the current came round the northern headland and curved into the bay with a scouring movement before meeting the southern headland and ru

That faint scent, crushed nettles and yet containing the muskiness he associated with the East he had never seen, and then the rustle of silk and the voice he knew he would never forget. 'You sit there with head bent like Atlas carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders,' she murmured.

He reached out and took her hand in a movement which seemed quite natural. 'The weight of my world, and that's quite enough!'

'We haven't made it any lighter - people like Mrs Donaldson and me. "You must do something at once." ' She mimicked Mrs Donaldson. 'I shudder every time I think about this morning.' She gave a curious start, like a suppressed hiccough.

'You've been crying, too. Not about that, surely?'

He felt her fingers let go of his hand but he held on. 'Answer me, "Miss for now".'

'Yes, I've been weeping like a silly young woman, but not over that.'

Ramage suddenly remembered the military uniform he was wearing. Had the sight of someone about the same size as its owner provoked sad memories? Of a distant husband, a dead lover - or what? Was she a widow mourning her husband or had she gone to India with her parents to marry a fiancé who had died of one of the East's many diseases?

He twisted round on the breech of the gun so that he could look at the dark shadow which was Sarah, and he held her hand in both of his. In a few hours he would say goodbye and probably never see her again, but he needed to know.

'Over what then? It's not vulgar curiosity that makes me ask.'

She gave a muted, unhappy laugh. 'Captain Ramage,' she said, with almost mocking formality, 'I met you only eighteen hours ago. We have not even been formally introduced. My mother would have a fit if she knew I was up here alone with you. . .'

'Would your father?'

'I... well, I doubt it. He has a wider understanding of... problems.'

'We have known each other eighteen hours; in three more we shall say goodbye - if you stay up that long. So you can answer my question without worrying about blushing when you meet me at breakfast tomorrow, because for us there is no tomorrow.'

She lowered her head and gave another dry sob which she tried to disguise with a laugh. 'It was a silly reason and of no possible interest to you.'

'You could say possibly no concern of mine, but certainly I am interested, or I wouldn't have asked.'

'Please, Captain Ramage, forget it.'

'My name is Nicholas.'

'I've been thinking of you as Nicholas; I suppose because you finally called me Sarah.'

'Finally... it took long enough. We wasted so many of those eighteen hours, "Miss for now". But tell me the reason.' He could not prevent himself from returning to the question but she shook her head.

He let her hand go and said, without trying to hide the sudden bitterness he felt: 'It must be important if you wish to keep it secret. Anyway, I can guess it, I think.'

She looked up suddenly and he thought he had shocked her.

'What have you guessed ?'

'This uniform you lent me - it belongs to someone of whom you are fond and it brought back memories.'

'It brought back memories,' she said, 'but the trunks are in my cabin only because the purser was afraid that if they were stowed below the rats might damage the clothing.'

He thought for a moment. Had she answered his question? He shook his head, as much to try to make his brain work more clearly as a sign of disbelief, but she said in a small voice: 'The uniform has no significance; I would never have given it to you if it had.'

'We met under unusual circumstances...'

'Yes, I was naked and we were not formally introduced,' she said unexpectedly. 'And for that matter you were almost naked, too.'

'I've thought about it many times since.'

'You are trying to embarrass me.'

'It was dark. I didn't see your face for hours. Anyway, why were you crying?'

'Oh, don't keep harping on that. I was unhappy. Now I am going to say goodbye and leave you here thinking of the beautiful Marchesa. My father has already thanked you again for having saved us. I can only repeat his words. Thank you, Nicholas.'

With that she was gone: she was barefooted, he realized, and in a moment she was hidden in the shadows cast by the masts and rigging.

So she thought he was sitting here alone in the dark 'thinking of the beautiful Marchesa'. He began to feel guilty when it came to him that in the last hour he had not thought of Gia

At some point in the voyage to Trinidade, Ramage now saw as he sat on the gun, hoping that Sarah would return as quickly and silently as she had vanished, he had finally made up his mind about Gia

His own father, the tenth Earl, had never mentioned the question of religion to him, even though he knew that at one time there was a question of marriage. The old Earl was very fond of Gia

Unknown to himself, he had reached his decision. In her own way, Gia

What about Paolo? For months Ramage had had the feeling that, perhaps without realizing it, Paolo was building his life round England and the Royal Navy. Yet he was Gia

Traitors and treason . . . there would be enough of both round the court in Volterra: the pro-French group would hardly welcome Gia

Had Gia