Mr Midshipman Hornblower by C. S. Forester

“I ordered a hackney coach at the George to be waiting for us,” said Danvers. “Let’s hope it is.”

It was there, with the driver sufficiently sober to control his horse moderately well despite his overnight potations. Danvers produced a pocket flask as they settled themselves in with their feet in the straw.

“Take a sip, Hornblower?” he asked, proffering it. “There’s no special need for a steady hand this morning.”

“No thank you,” said Hornblower. His empty stomach revolted at the idea of pouring spirits into it.

“The others will be there before us,” commented Preston. “I saw the quarter boat heading back just before we reached the jetty.”

The etiquette of the duel demanded that the two opponents should reach the ground separately; but only one boat would be necessary for the return.

“The sawbones is with them,” said Danvers. “Though God knows what use he thinks he’ll be to-day.”

He sniggered, and with overlate politeness tried to cut his snigger off short.

“How are you feeling, Hornblower?” asked Preston.

“Well enough,” said Hornblower, forbearing to add that he only felt well enough while this kind of conversation was not being carried on.

The hackney coach levelled itself off as it came over the crest of the hill, and stopped beside the common. Another coach stood there waiting, its single candle-lamp burning yellow in the growing dawn.

“There they are,” said Preston; the faint light revealed a shadowy group standing on frosty turf among the gorse bushes.

Hornblower, as they approached, caught a glimpse of Simpson’s face as he stood a little detached from the others. It was pale, and Hornblower noticed that at that moment he swallowed nervously, just as he himself was doing. Masters came towards them, shooting his usual keen inquisitive look at Hornblower as they came together.

“This is the moment,” he said, “for this quarrel to be composed. This country is at war. I hope, Mr Hornblower, that you can be persuaded to save a life for the King’s service by not pressing this matter.”

Hornblower looked across at Simpson, while Danvers answered for him.

“Has Mr Simpson offered the proper redress?” asked Danvers.

“Mr Simpson is willing to acknowledge that he wishes the incident had never taken place.”

“That is an unsatisfactory form,” said Danvers. “It does not include an apology, and you must agree that an apology is necessary, sir.”

“What does your principal say?” persisted Masters.

“It is not for any principal to speak in these circumstances,” said Danvers, with a glance at Hornblower, who nodded. All this was as inevitable as the ride in the hangman’s cart, and as hideous. There could be no going back now; Hornblower had never thought for one moment that Simpson would apologize, and without an apology the affair must be carried to a bloody conclusion. An even chance that he did not have five minutes longer to live.

“You are determined, then, gentlemen,” said Masters. “I shall have to state that fact in my report.”

“We are determined,” said Preston.

“Then there is nothing for it but to allow this deplorable affair to proceed. I left the pistols in the charge of Doctor Hepplewhite.”

He turned and led them towards the other group — Simpson with Hether and Cleveland, and Doctor Hepplewhite standing with a pistol held by the muzzle in each hand. He was a bulky man with the red face of a persistent drinker; he was actually grinning a spirituous grin at that moment, rocking a little on his feet.

“Are the young fools set in their folly?” he asked; but everyone very properly ignored him as having no business to ask such a question at such a moment.

“Now,” said Masters. “Here are the pistols, both primed, as you see, but one loaded and the other unloaded, in accordance with the conditions. I have here a guinea which I propose to spin to decide the allocation of the weapons. Now, gentlemen, shall the spin give your principals one pistol each irrevocably — for instance, if the coin shows heads shall Mr Simpson have this one — or shall the winner of the spin have choice of weapons? It is my design to eliminate all possibility of collusion as far as possible.”

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