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But they were over the threshold of the great door, and he must walk steadily forward with Barbara if he were not to ruin all the precious ceremonial. A voice bellowed their names. Ahead of them at the end of an avenue of halberdiers were two chairs of state backed by a semicircle of uniforms and court gowns, with Their Excellencies sitting awaiting them. On Hornblower’s last visit the Captain-General had risen and taken seven steps forward to meet him, but that had been when he was a Commander-in-Chief; now he and Barbara were only private persons and Their Excellencies remained sitting, as he and Barbara went through the moves they had been instructed to make. He bowed to His Excellency, having already been presented to him; he waited while Barbara was presented and made her two curtsies; he bowed again as he was presented to Her Excellency; then they drew a little to one side to await Their Excellencies’ words.
“A great pleasure to welcome Lord Hornblower again,” said His Excellency.
“An equally great pleasure to make the acquaintance of Lady Hornblower,” said Her Excellency.
Hornblower went through the form of consulting with Barbara as to how he should reply.
“My wife and I are deeply appreciative of the great honour done us by our reception,” said Hornblower.
“You are our welcome guests,” said His Excellency, with a finality in his tone that indicated the end of the conversation. Hornblower bowed again, twice, and Barbara went down in two more curtsies, and then they withdrew diagonally so as to allow Their Excellencies no glimpse of their backs. Mendez-Castillo was on hand to present them to other guests, but Hornblower had first to pour out to Barbara his astonishment at the recent encounter.
“Did you see the trumpeter, dear?” he asked.
“Yes,” answered Barbara, in an expressionless tone. “It was Hudnutt.”
“Amazing,” went on Hornblower. “Extraordinary. I’d never have believed he was capable of it. He broke out of prison and he climbed that fence and he got himself out of Jamaica over to Puerto Rico—Quite remarkable.”
“Yes,” said Barbara.
Hornblower turned to Mendez-Castillo. “Your—your trompetero,” he said; he was guessing at the Spanish word for ‘trumpeter’, and he put his hand up before his mouth in a gesture that indicated what he was trying to say.
“You thought he was good?” asked Mendez-Castillo.
“Superb,” said Hornblower. “Who is he?”
“The best of the musicians in His Excellency’s orchestra,” answered Mendez-Castillo.
Hornblower looked keenly at him, but Mendez-Castillo preserved a diplomatic lack of expression.
“A fellow countryman of yours, sir?” persisted Hornblower.
Mendez-Castillo spread his hands and elevated his shoulders.
“Why should I concern myself about him, My Lord?” he countered. “In any case, art knows no frontiers.”
“No,” said Hornblower. “I suppose not. Frontiers are elastic in these days. For instance, señor, I ca
“A strange coincidence!” said Mendez-Castillo. “I was investigating that very question a few days ago—quite idly, I assure you, My Lord. And I found that no such convention exists. There have been many occasions when, as a matter of goodwill, deserters have been handed back. But most lamentably, My Lord; His Excellency has altered his views in that respect since a certain ship—the Estrella del Sur, whose name you may possibly recall, My Lord—was seized as a slaver outside this very harbour in circumstances that His Excellency found peculiarly irritating.”
There was no hostility; nor was there any hint of glee in Mendez-Castillo’s expression as he made this speech. He might as well have been discussing the weather.
“I appreciate His Excellency’s kindness and hospitality even more now,” said Hornblower. He hoped he was giving no indication that he was a man who had just been hoist by his own petard.
“I will convey that information to His Excellency,” said Mendez-Castillo. “Meanwhile there are many guests who are anxious to make Your Lordship’s acquaintance and that of Her Ladyship.”
Later in the evening it was Mendez-Castillo who came to Hornblower with a message from Her Excellency, to the effect that the Marquesa quite understood that Barbara might be tired, not having fully recovered yet from her recent experiences, and suggesting that if Her Ladyship and His Lordship chose to retire informally Their Excellencies would understand; and it was Mendez-Castillo who guided them to the far end of the room and through an unobtrusive door to where a back stairs led to their suite. The maid allotted to attend to Barbara was waiting up.
“Ask the maid to go, please,” said Barbara. “I can look aftermyself.”
Her tone was still flat and expressionless, and Hornblowe looked at her anxiously in fear lest her fatigue should be too much for her. But he did what she asked.
“Can I help in any way, dear?” he asked as the maid withdrew.
“You can stay and talk to me, if you will,” answered Barbara.
“With pleasure, of course,” said Hornblower. There was something strange about this situation. He tried to think of some topic to relieve the tension. “I still can hardly believe it about Hudnutt—”
“It is about Hudnutt that I wanted to speak,” said Barbara. There was something positively harsh about her voice. She was standing more stiffly and more rigidly than usual—no back could ever be straighter—and she was meeting Hornblower’s eyes with a kind of fixed stare like a soldier at attention awaiting sentence of death.
“Whatever is the matter, dearest?”
“You are going to hate me,” said Barbara.
“Never! Never!”
“You don’t know what it is I’m going to tell you.”
“Nothing you could tell me—”
“Don’t say that yet! Wait until you hear. I set Hudnutt free. It was I who arranged for his escape.”
The words came like sudden forked lightning. Or it was as if in a dead calm the main-topsail yard had fallen without warning from its slings on to the deck.
“Dearest,” said Hornblower, unbelieving, “you’re tired. Why don’t you—”
“Do you think I’m delirious?” asked Barbara. Her voice was still unlike anything Hornblower had ever heard; so was the brief, bitter laugh that accompanied her words. “I could be. This is the end of all my happiness.”
“Dearest—” said Hornblower.
“Oh—” said Barbara. There was a sudden overwhelming tenderness in that single sound, and her rigid attitude relaxed, but instantly she stiffened again and snatched back the hands she had held out to him. “Please listen. I’ve told you now. I set Hudnutt free—I set him free!”
There could be no doubting that she meant what she said, truth or not. And Hornblower, standing unable to move, staring at her, gradually reached the realisation that it was true after all. The realisation seeped through the weak places in his unbelief, and as he thought of each piece of evidence it was as if he were marking off a new height in a.rising tide.
“That last night at Admiralty House!” he said.
“Yes.”
“You took him out through the wicket gate into the gardens!”
“Yes.”
“Then Evans helped you. He had the key.”
“Yes.”
“And that fellow in Kingston—Bo
“You said he was something of a villain. He was ready for adventure at least.”
“But—but the scent the bloodhounds followed?”
“Someone dragged Hudnutt’s shirt along the ground on a rope.”
“But—but even so—?” She did not need to tell him; as he said those words he made the next deduction. “That two hundred pounds!”
“The money I asked you for,” said Barbara, sparing herself nothing. A ten-pound reward would not avail if someone were willing to spend two hundred pounds to help a prisoner escape.
Hornblower knew all about it now. His wife had flouted the law. She had set at naught the authority of the Navy. She had—the rising tide reached suddenly up to a new level.