Dewey Lambdin - A King`s Trade

"Have to stay sober and ready at all hours, mind," Lewrie said, and could hear Furfy groan in pity on the main deck, even starting to snigger over his friend's new, more demanding, predicament. "And, we could do with Furfy in my boat crew, too, hmm? A strong oarsman. And, we wouldn't let him go adrift without your… influence."

"A right-good idea, that, sor," Desmond chuckled, looking over his shoulder and calling out, "Hear that, Pat?"

"Another favour, Desmond," Lewrie said. "Get your lap-pipes, a fifer, too, perhaps, and play something for us, now. For Andrews and those who won't get a proper burial sewn up in canvas, under the flag."

"Have ye a tune in mind, Cap'm?" Desmond asked.

"Play 'Johnnie Faa,'" Lewrie told him. It was sad, slow, Celtic, and poignant, sad enough for even the French survivors to feel what it spoke.

Sad enough a tune to excuse even a Post-Captain's quiet tears?

"Quid stutdiosa cohors operum struit? Hoc quoque curo.

Quis sibi res gestus Augusti scribere sumit?

Bella quis et paces longum diffundit in aevum?"

"What works is the learned staff composing?

This too I want to know. Who takes upon him to

record the exploits of Augustus? Who adown distant

ages makes known his deeds in war and peace?"

Horace, Epistles I, in, 6-8

T here was no need for a fire in the magnificently, and ornately, carved fireplace in the Board Room of Admiralty in London, for it was a fine summer day, and the tall windows had been thrown open to take the stuffiness and enclosed warmth from the room. The equally-showy chronometer on one gleaming panelled wall slowly ticked, and now and then a shift of wind off the Thames forced the large repeater of the wind vane on the roof to clack about to display whether the weather stood fair or foul for British warships and merchantmen to depart, or whether Nature might favour a sally by the French, or a combination of French, Dutch Batavian, and Spanish navies together.

The First Lord of the Admiralty, John, Earl Spencer, sat at the head of a highly-polished table. To his right sat the Controller of the Navy, Adm. Sir Andrew Snape Hammond. Down at the other end of the table, not so far away as to be out of ear-shot, for the Board Room was not so grand in scale as most imagined, Sir Evan Nepean, the First Secretary to Admiralty, sat and shuffled his notes and records brought by a junior clerk, a pen poised to record decisions.

"The man's not worthy of a knighthood, I tell you, sir! He is a scandal… a seagoing scandal," the youngish Earl Spencer declared in some heat. "A mountebank, more suited to the company of those scandalous, sordid… circus people Captain Leatherwood rescued."

"Do we not put his name forward, milord," Adm. Hammond mildly pointed out between sips of his tea, "then Leatherwood cannot be placed on the Honours List, either… and, in all, Captain Leatherwood had a trifling action 'gainst a panicked and 'rudderless' ship's company… once those horrid circus people had slain half their officers. It was Proteus that bore the brunt of it, fighting an action lasting one and a half hours, whilst Jamaica barely fired two full broadsides before her foe struck. I grant you, milord, that Captain Lewrie's, ah… repute is not completely of the best, beyond his fame as a pugnacious and sly Sea Officer…"

"Fame, Sir Andrew?" the Earl Spencer scoffed. "Try notoriety." "Even so, milord, he'd earned a bright name in the Fleet before this most recent exploit, and the newspapers, and the public, are falling over themselves in praise of him." To the Earl Spencer's distress, Sir Evan Nepean had been saving London papers, from the best publishers to the most scurrilous, and the many articles snipped out and piled on one corner of the table made an impressive stack. Alongside them was a second pile, mostly of Reformers' tracts, complete with wood-cut art of two frigates battling in what a lubberly artist portrayed as a hurricane. There were portraits of the aforesaid Capt. Alan Lewrie, RN, as well, even more imaginative, and saintly!, along with drawings of Black and White sailors-some labelled with the names of the heroically-fallen Blacks- with Lewrie leading them in the boarding of the French frigate, L'Uranie, as over-armed as an old depiction of a fearsome pirate… without the beard, and with better hair, of course.

"May I say so, milord," Sir Evan Nepean piped up from the bottom of the table, for many of Admiralty's day-to-day decisions were his to make, so that the responsible, and lucrative, post of First Secretary held much more influence than most outside the Navy thought. "But, the Reverend Wilberforce and his followers had made a public figure of him already, not quite on the level of an Admiral Nelson, but close. Do we not offer Captain Lewrie significant, and near-equal, rewards that any successful captain, and the public, has come to expect, there might be suspicions that His Majesty's Government, not just Admiralty, favours the side of slave-owners, colonial planters, and the sugar and shipping interests over what is quickly becoming a widespread sentiment against the institution of slavery."

"Preposterous!" the Earl Spencer snapped.

"Been a while since Nelson at the Nile, milord," Adm. Hammond softly stuck in from the other side. "The common folk and the Mob are starved for continued good news anent the war. Even what may be called a minor frigate action for the most part has quite elated them, and Sir Evan is correct, I believe. Lewrie must be awarded something, milord."

"Beyond the accolades he's gotten, already?" the Earl Spencer sourly rejoined, tugging the velvet pull-cord to summon them more tea. "Thanks of

Parliament, the usual presentation of a plate service, and an hundred-guinea sword from the East India Company for Leatherwood and Lewrie, both? Both officers granted the Freedoms of their towns or villages, along with the Freedoms of Portsmouth, London… the keys to Hearne Bay , for all I know!

"Both agreed that they were 'in-sight' of each other, and with two French National Ships brought in as prize," the Earl Spencer continued to carp, "so Proteus and Jamaica will reap a pretty penny from being bought into Navy service, as well. The next step might be presenting them at Saint James's palace, and knighthoods, but… as you say, Leatherwood didn't do all that much, and Lewrie is simply too… we might as well knight that Cockney, Wigmore, his actresses, and his bears into the bargain! No, Sir Andrew, I am extremely loath to place Captain Lewrie's name to the King. T'would be too embarrassing."

"His First Officer, Anthony Langlie," Sir Evan Nepean suggested more mildly, "promoted to Commander, of course, milord, and given an active commission into a suitable vessel?"

"The usual thing, aye," Adm. Hammond nodded with a smile on his face, "though I doubt Leatherwood's First earned the same thing. Or, should we? Right then, both of them promoted," he happily said after a resigned nod of assent from the First Lord. "A spell of shore leave for both Lewrie and Leather-wood, then, new active commissions for both… to better ships, hmm?" The First Lord cocked his head towards Nepean.

" Jamaica was due to be paid off and hulked, milord," Sir Evan quickly supplied, after a quick shuffle of his notes. "A very old and bluff bowed sixty-four gunner, as slow as treacle even when new. Built just before the Seven Years' War. But, there are several Third Rates of seventy-four guns coming available, and Captain Leatherwood will be honoured to command one, I'm certain. As for Captain Lewrie… hmm."