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He glanced up as a puff of smoke rose from the gun deck of the wars.h.i.+p nearest the sh.o.r.e, the _Marsten Moor_.
"_Round of fire!"_
Before he finished the warning, the men had already dropped their hammers and were plunging behind a pile of sandbags. Winston's hard grip sent her sprawling with him behind the mound of earth-brown sacks.
He rolled across her, then covered her face with his sweaty jerkin.
"This is how we brave fighting men stay alive . . ."
An eighteen-pound shot slammed against the base of the breastwork, shaking the brick foundation beneath them. After a few anxious moments, the men clambered nervously over the bags to resume work. She was still brus.h.i.+ng the dirt from her riding habit when Winston suddenly whirled on her, his eyes fierce.
"Now you listen to me, Katy. You can't stay down here. It's still too d.a.m.ned dangerous. If you want to get killed, there're lots of better ways."
His back was toward the sea when the second burst of black smoke erupted from the gun deck of the _Marsten Moor_. "Hugh!" Without thinking she reached for him. Together they rolled twice across the soft earth, into the safety of the s.h.i.+elding bags. As they lay next to the militiamen and gunners, a round of cannon fire clipped the side of a battlement next to where they had been standing and hurtled a deadly spray of brick fragments into the sandbags. Several shards of brick ripped into the cloth and showered them with white grains.
He seemed embarra.s.sed now as he slipped his arm under her and quietly hoisted her to her feet. Around them the militiamen were again returning to work on the disabled cannon. "I don't know whether to thank you, Katy, or order you clapped in the brig for coming here in the first place. But either way, you can't stay. So kindly wait up the hill till . . ."
The sound of a forceful hammer stroke followed by a clear ring produced a cheer from the group of men who had been diligently hammering on one of the spiked cannon.
"Got her cleared, Yor Wors.h.i.+p," one of the militiamen yelled toward Winston. "Fit as the day she was cast."
He abruptly turned and headed through the crowd to inspect the breech of the gun. After scrutinizing the reopened touch hole, he motioned toward a waiting gunner. "Ladle in about five pounds of powder and see how she fires."
Tom Canninge called from the other end of the breastwork, "I've got the alt.i.tude about set on this little nine-pounder, Cap'n. It's the best of the lot."
"Then see if you can't put a round through her portside gun deck." His voice was increasingly strained.
"Good as done." Canninge ordered the demi-culverin s.h.i.+fted a few degrees to the left, then motioned for a linstock and lightly applied the burning end to the touch hole.
The gun roared and kicked backward in a cloud of dense, oily smoke.
While the men squinted against the sun to watch, a large hole splintered open along the portside bow of the _Marsten Moor_, just above the waterline. Moments later a mate in the maintop began to unfurl tops'ls, and after that the mainsail dropped in preparation to make for open sea.
"Let's give her a sendoff, masters." Winston led the cheers, and Katherine realized he was deliberately trying to boost morale. Next he yelled down the sweating line of men. "Hear me, now. Our good master Canninge has just earned us all a tot of kill-devil. By chance I think a keg may have arrived this morning, on a cart that found its way up from Bridgetown. We should take a look up by that large tree on the left." He paused and waited for the hoorahs to subside. "Under my command, the men always drink first, then officers." He waved a dismissal. "As you will, masters."
As the gunners and militiamen threw down their tools and began to bustle in the direction of the liquor, he turned to Katherine and his voice dropped. "Now that we're both still
alive, maybe we can talk. Why don't we try and find some shade ourselves?"
"You seem exhausted." As she looked at him, realizing that even his brown eyes seemed pale, she found herself almost reluctant to raise the matter of Jeremy. Maybe he had enough to worry about.
"Bone-tired is more the word. But we've got the fleet out of range for a while. Now we just have to worry about what they'll think to try next."
Hearing the open concern in his voice, she wrapped a consoling arm about his waist as they walked down the stone steps of the abandoned breastwork. "But the invasion failed. This round is won, isn't it?"
"If you can call that ma.s.sacre last night 'winning,' then I suppose you could say so." He heaved a weary sigh. "Planters make poor soldiers, Katy. As best I can tell, we lost eighteen men killed outright. And a lot more were wounded. Some of them will doubtless die too, given this heat. So all we did was drive the Roundheads back to sea for a while, but at a terrible cost." He looked down. "They took some prisoners. Two longboats full. Probably about thirty men, though we don't really know yet who's captured, or missing . . . or just gone off to hide."
"Well, that's not so many."
"True enough. We managed to take a few prisoners ourselves, maybe half a dozen or so. . . . I guess maybe you didn't hear. Jeremy Walrond has disappeared. We think he was taken prisoner."
"Thank G.o.d. Then he's not dead." She stopped still. "But . . .
captured? Poor Jeremy. He'd probably sooner have been killed. He was so proud."
"Anthony's proud too, and he's taking it very hard. When we heard Jeremy was missing, I offered to take the command here, to let him go back to Bridgetown and see if he was with the wounded. Then somebody suggested that Jeremy probably had surrendered, and Anthony threatened to kill the man. It was plain he needed some rest."
She stood silent for a moment, then looked away sadly. "What do you think will happen now?"
Winston followed her gaze, out toward the horizon. "Maybe everybody will try to negotiate some more. It's getting complicated all of a sudden, with prisoners now part of it. Unfortunately we didn't manage to take any officers, just infantry--most of them so weak from scurvy the fleet's probably just as glad to have them gone, before they died anyway. "
"What'll happen to Jeremy? You don't suppose they'd hang him."
"I doubt that." He waved his hand. "So far it's a civilized war. But they may ask a price to send him back if they find out he's Anthony's brother. It's very bad."
"What do you suppose we can do?"
"Not much I can think of. Maybe they'll just try to wait us out a bit."
He reached down and lightly brushed some of the dirt and sand from her hair. Then he wiped his brow, glanced at the sun, and urged her on, toward the grove of trees. "I'd guess it's a matter now of who can hold out longest." He slipped his arm about her waist and glanced down. "And how're you holding up, Katy?"
"I suppose I'm fine." She leaned against him, trying to ignore the heat and the stares of some of the men. Finally she gave a mirthless laugh.
"No, do you want the truth? I'm more worried than ever. Isn't it odd?
Just when we seem to be standing firm." She looked up at his smoke- smeared cheeks. "Can we go hide? Away from here? I think your morale could do with a boost too."
"You're looking at a somewhat disoriented breastwork commander. Make that 'acting commander.' But Anthony's supposed to be back around now to relieve me. Whenever he gets here, we can ride back over to Bridgetown, if I can manage to locate a horse." He helped her down beneath the shade of a spreading manchineel tree, kicking away several of the poisonous apples that lay rotting around the trunk. Then he flopped down beside her. "This is one of the hardest things I've ever tried, Katy, holding defenses together when half the men truly don't care a d.a.m.n whether we win or lose. But it's the only thing I know to do. Tell me if you can think of anything better."
"Is that all you've thought about lately, Hugh?" She ran a hand along his thigh.
"It's all I care to think about for the time being."
She pulled back sharply. "Well, commander, please don't think I have nothing else to occupy my mind with except you. But that doesn't mean I've just forgotten you entirely."
"I haven't forgotten you either, Katy. G.o.d's life!" He picked up a twig and tapped it against one of the poison apples. "Tell me, what does the governor of Barbados think about his only daughter keeping company with the likes of me?"
"I do what I choose." She pressed against him. "Anyway, it's not what he says that troubles me. It's what I say to myself. I've always been able to control my feelings. But, somehow, not with you. And I hate myself for it. I truly do."
"I'm probably a poor choice for the object of your feelings."
She laughed and squeezed his hand. "G.o.d help me, as if I didn't already know that. Who'd ever have thought I'd be going about half in love with a man like you."
"I thought you once said you weren't interested in falling in love." He kissed her lightly. "Probably a safe idea. I don't know how many of us are going to live through this."
Before she could respond, he rose on one elbow and pointed toward a pair of horses approaching from the south. "It looks like we may get back to Bridgetown after all. I think that's Briggs, and he's brought Anthony with him. It's odds they both distrust me only slightly more than they hate each other, but it's enough to make them allies for a while. Well, they're welcome to have back this command any time they want it."
"Then we can ride in together?"
"I don't think Anthony's going to like that idea, but it's your affair.
G.o.d knows I know better than to try and give you advice."
She laughed. "Then you're starting to understand me better than I thought."
"Let me just have a word with Anthony about the condition of the ordnance. And make some gunnery a.s.signments." He began to pull himself up. "Then maybe we'll retire down to the _Defiance _for a while. I've missed her." He stooped and kissed the top of her head as he rose to his feet. "And I've missed you, too. Truly."