‘Can such things be?’ asked Stephen. ‘But in any case, before sending off post-haste to warn poor Captain Aubrey, I must be fed. I smelt the homely scent of an olla podrida as I came up the stairs. I have eaten my fill of fried guinea-pigs between here and Valparaiso and back again and I tell you most solemnly that I absolutely must be fed.’
‘Well, if your god is your belly, I suppose you must worship it,’ said Jacob; but he did touch the bell.
Within moments the fragrant olla, which stood perpetually simmering, perpetually renewed, on the rim of the kitchen hearth, reached the eager table.
Repletion came at last, and Stephen pushed back his chair: from an inner pocket he drew the pouch in which he kept his coca leaves, the lime and the necessary outer wrapping.
He had no particular urge to chew coca at this moment, but he knew how a meal as substantial as that which he had just eaten dulled the mind. He desired that his wits should be as sharp as possible, and while he carefully dosed his proportions he said to his friend, ‘Amos, when you used coca in considerable quantities, did you observe a difference in reaction according to altitude? I know that porters in the Peruvian Andes, when they have to carry a heavy burden over a very high pass, will increase the dose to a surprising degree. They seemed to take no harm and I supposed that physical energy, physical endurance and freedom from hunger was all they sought and all they derived. But have any other effects come to your attention?’
‘Not in the north: no – apart from compulsive habituation, of course. But as you know there are many sorts of coca: down here they use the Tia Juana. And here, in the case of asthmatic patients or those afflicted with migraine there have been reports of hallucinations, their strength and frequency varying with the height – not with exertion, but with altitude.’
Stephen separated the ingredients of his little packet into their different compartments, and said, ‘Thank you, dear colleague; but I do not like the notion of a vegetable providing
my beatific vision: if it chooses to sharpen my intelligence, to allow me to multiply seven by twelve, well and good: but the sacred emotions, no. Amos, we must go down to Valparaiso directly, though I quite dread seeing that road again.’
‘If only you could overcome your prejudice against the mules, as I have said many times before, I could show you a quicker, easier road. True, there are a few very steep passages that only a goat or a mule could venture upon without dread, but you can always leap down after they have shown you the way.’
‘Then let us call for excellent mules, with an equivalent number of muzzles, and a warranted muleteer.’
It so happened that Stephen was on a particularly kind and amenable mule whose good will he increased with a piece of bread at each halt; but even she grew excited and inclined to caper as they came down into Valparaiso. The place was filled with soldiers; and the cries and acclamations very soon made it evident that Bernardo O’Higgins, the Supreme Director, was in the town with his powerful escort of picked troops, many of whom had been at the decisive battle.
They led their mules and the muleteer to their hotel by back ways, and there they met a profoundly discontented Killick, who snatched their baggage from the muleteer with a suspicious look and who told them that the damned place was crammed with bloody soldier-officers and he had only kept the Doctor’s room by force, while the poor Captain had had to give up his drawing-room to an effing colonel, on the grounds that the effing colonel spoke English. Which Surprise was in the port, admired by all hands, and Captain Aubrey had taken General O’Higgins across the bay in Rin-gle, and if they survived they were all going to have dinner aboard Surprise tomorrow, gents.
The word tomorrow sent such a gust of impatience racing through Stephen’s mind that he missed some of Killick’s later information, but later the more phlegmatic, less-concerned Jacob passed it on: Lindsay was at sea, protecting republican trade from privateers; and about four hundred of the troops were going on to Concepcion, which should make Valparaiso less whoreson crowded and noisy.
The people of the hotel were making up a bed in Stephen’s little room and Killick was angrily trying to put clothes away in inadequate cupboards when the door opened: Stephen looked in, thought that anything would be better than this and retired. Almost at once he met an officer who stopped, bowed, and said, ‘Dr. Maturin y Domanova, I presume? Allow me to present myself: Valdes. I used sometimes to come to Ullastret, to hunt the boar, and I believe we may call kin.’
‘Why, you must be the Cousin Eduardo, of whose English my godfather was so proud, so rightly proud! I am delighted to see you.’
‘And I to see you, Cousin Stephen.’ They embraced, and Stephen suggested that they should go down into the patio and drink to their better acquaintance under the vine.
In the daylight Stephen saw that his new cousin was a colonel, and one who had obviously seen a good deal of service: a soldier, but a thoroughly civilised soldier, who was now speaking of Jack Aubrey in terms of the highest, almost enthusiastic praise…’
such a fine fellow: don Bernardo took to him at once, and at this moment they are tearing about the bay in a schooner …”
‘Well done, cousin: it was long, long before I learnt to call it – to call her – a schooner.’
‘Ha, ha,’ said the colonel with evident satisfaction. ‘But tell me, I beg, how does one say Director supremo in English?’
‘There you have me,’ said Stephen. ‘Director-general smells of commerce, and Protector of that villain Cromwell. Perhaps Head of State?’
They exchanged alternatives, but neither was satisfied by the time Jack and the Supreme Director himself came in, a fine-looking man, obviously of Irish extraction, followed by several officers. He and Stephen were old friends, and the conversation carried on, still in English. After the first civilities – immense delight in Ringle’s sailing qualities on O’Higgins’
part, compliments on the Chilean soldiers’ past deeds and present civility on Stephen’s –
the conversation continued and Stephen said, ‘Sir, I have just come down from Santiago, on a mule, on a mule, sir, on the quick but perilous road or rather path, through La Selva, because I had some information that I thought should be conveyed to you with the utmost rapidity.’
O’Higgins studied his face, looked round the patio, and said, ‘Let us walk on the battlements. Please come with us, Captain Aubrey. And you too, Colonel: but first be so good as to place sentries to ensure the privacy of our conversation.’
From the high battlements they could see Surprise and the schooner looking quite beautiful, excellently lit by a declining sun: Surprise being tittivated to a truly remarkable extent, for the Supreme Director was to dine aboard her tomorrow.
They paced along four abreast, and Stephen told the essence of his news: the Peruvian viceroy’s decision to invade, crossing the frontier with horse and foot once the Peruvian navy had destroyed the Chilean men-of-war in Valparaiso – the embarrassment of Lima and Callao where stores were concerned – the strong probability that they would seek them in Valdivia.
‘Thank you very much indeed, Doctor,’ said O’Higgins. ‘This thoroughly confirms the less reliable, less precise intelligence that has reached me.’
‘Sir,’ said Jack Aubrey, ‘may I suggest an immediate reconnaissance? The wind serves admirably and in all likelihood it will bring us back. I have rarely seen a more promising breeze.’
‘Dr. Maturin,’ said O’Higgins, ‘did your informants speak of the Peruvian navy’s state of preparedness?’
‘Not directly, sir,’ said Stephen, ‘but by implication, and by the already soaring prices, it is clear that their only heavy frigate, the Esmeralda, of I think fifty guns, is by no means ready to take the sea. As for the smaller craft, I gather that they are even more dilapidated.’
The Supreme Director considered, and said, ‘If I know anything of those people in Lima they will be circulating minutes and memoranda from ministry to ministry for at least ten more days. We have the time. Dear Captain Aubrey, if I may I will come aboard you to dine, as you so kindly suggested: and while we are eating, let the ship move gently, almost imperceptibly, round the southern headland and then sail with all diligence for Valdivia, to come off the port rather before sunset, so that we may look into it with the light behind us. I shall bring what we have in the way of charts, drawings and plans.’